As i sit and listen
Her voice comes to mind...
The sound of her laughter...
but ive been confined...
I cant see her face...
After the time that ive spent...
Locked in this cell...
For my crime i repent...
Its the crime of love...
That makes me week...
its been a few hours..
but feels like a week...
A week since ive seen her...
Since i heard her sweet voice...
it seems the problem...
is the unlikly ness of my choice..
Its the beautifull one...
That doesnt know my name...
Its not that im ugly...
its that fact that im lame...
i feel i cant live...
without her in my life...
the feeling that someday...
ill make her my wife...
well live happily ever after...
with a family of four...
Our daugter will be lovely...
Our son in the core...
Now back to reality...
where everything sucks...
She still is oblivous...
To this sitting duck...
Ill wait as long as i need too..
FOr her to see im here...
The one to care for ever...
And the one thats sincere...
Its been just another day...
In this tiny cell...
Waiting for her love...
to set me free from this hell...
A contest entry
- just about anything :) by nobodys-girl.
300 points, ended April 10, 2008, 56 entries
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this is really good :
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reality blues
Some mistakes but overall a truthful write, I think many of us have felt like that at some time. -
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Idk its seems like Its so real umm I have had all these fellings all weak its like thier are all these feelings in 1 song tht is so awesome keep writing lovee kat
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been there done that. i have to say these are some of the worst feelings ever. the best advice i can give you is go for it! don't just sit there and let her get away, that's something you will always regret. amazing poem and i really hope everything works out for you. thankyou so much for entering my contest and best of luck!
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I liked this, it's honest and covers a feeling I know only too well. All I'd suggest is a proofreading and improvment of spelling and grammar. That can be the difference between a good poem and a great one.
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