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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 31, 2004 19:57:22 GMT -5
*This is the first poem I've written in a while that has been completely from my inner inspiration, not a challenge.... maybe my writers block is going away. Empty Shoeboxes 3.31.04 I was so close, so close to forgetting ur eyes forgetting your smile forgetting your voice I prayed everyday that I could move on with life move on to something better move on without your shadow But you went and ruined it it seems you have a radar that knows knows when i've almost won knows that you're almost gone I wish I could understand why why one phone call reminds me of everything I love about you reminds me that I'll never have you And so know I have to start again start removing each memory removing each smile removing each laugh until all I have left of you is an empty shoebox where the memories and laughter used to dwell
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Post by GPRacer on Mar 31, 2004 20:06:27 GMT -5
the ending ties up very nice, not subtle like most poems do (in a good way!)
flowed very nicely. And writing poems from your inner self is the best way to go ;D
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Post by John Barnett on Apr 1, 2004 16:53:30 GMT -5
This is great Kris, you're doing good.
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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 5, 2004 20:10:40 GMT -5
This was good. The hardest part of a breakup ifor me s to leave the daydream of what I hoped for us to become.
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Post by bloodredtears on Apr 20, 2004 10:42:01 GMT -5
thanks for the kind words, this is, unfortunately, not about a breakup...its about something that never happened...its even tougher cuz this guy is my friend... but i'm starting to deal a little bit better ...thanks again!
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