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A Strange Regret

How is it fair?
    that one way or another,
        I seem never to collide with you-
Floating through our cluttered lives,
    we keep missing each other,
        and now we've run out of that
  forever
            we were promised three years ago-
I may never brush back
    your auburn hair
        to plant a kiss
                and miss,
        and with an awkward, happy laugh,
                replace,
  or  make myself a fool
      in hopes of teasing forth
          your angel smile
              with crinkled eyes,
or-

It wasn't meant to be, it sounds
(so trite),
but I'm running out of words, excuses,
hope, and time, and so I'll force it-
It wasn't meant to be.

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  • iamlost gold member
    August 6, 2008

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    Wow, I really like this, the repetition throughout it works very well. I especially love that entire last part, wonderfully written.

  • xofightinirishx3
    July 26, 2008

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    i loved this poem!!! i could definitely relate to everything you said

    It wasn't meant to be, it sounds
    (so trite),
    but I'm running out of words, excuses,
    hope, and time, and so I'll force it-
    It wasn't meant to be.

    i've had trouble realizing this situation too... and u worded the feelings so well!! good luck in the contest


  • Voodoo Eyes
    June 30, 2008
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    This was very well written. Thanks for the entry!


  • Topaze gold member
    May 12, 2008
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    A well written piece, my best wishes in the contest.


  • BlackSwan
    May 12, 2008
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    Wow. The way you shaped the lines in this poem looks both professional and inspiring.

    "It wasn't meant to be, it sounds
    (so trite),
    but I'm running out of words, excuses,
    hope, and time, and so I'll force it-
    It wasn't meant to be."

    excellent stanza in this piece. beautiful work

    -Thank you for your entry, Angi Terese

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