Writting about my love,
It's what I've always done.
Now she has left me,
Our journey just begun.
Friendships are tricky
With a history so tricky and long.
Now she needs her space,
The feelings I write are stupid and wrong.
She left with out a trace,
Dissapeared on one day.
Never told me why.
She didn't know what to say.
So I write for her.
The love that once was mine.
These words from my heart
From the friend left behind.
My best friend, for years,
Three long years of our lives
Now the friendship has died
And I'm unable to revive.
This pain is my muse,
My inspiration for art
As I write these words
We seem to be less than apart.
Author notes
Hey, this isn't my best poem, but it's the reason that I write. Please be honest in your comment, if you feel like it tear the poem apart it will only make me a better writter. Thanks for the contest, good luck with the writters block.
Backround is related to memory of inspiration.
A contest entry
- Take Me Somewhere We Can Be Alone... by ShatterglassSecret.
1700 points, ended December 13, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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Very well written, life's road can be so bumpy. My best wishes.
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lovers come and go. we can do naught but catch at them with desperate hands when they're there and then write about them once they're gone. it's our way of preserving what was beautiful, however fleet. i understand that. i have done it myself. you write because you remember...and maybe because you regret. such personal information is rarely shared. i appreciate your honesty. thank you for your entry.
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