Poetic Crush.. Reminiscing

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Open Poetry #34

Poetic Crush.. Reminiscing

Kellie_Cantrell
Senior Member

since 2002-05-22

Posts 1667
New York

0 posted 2004-12-07 02:09 AM

His fingertips pecked at the keys,
i hid behind some old oak trees.
Each stroke in vain.
An ulterior motive to strike pain.

He didn't care about the heart,
with that he did part.
It was just a silly game,
but it will always remain.

Sick.

He called it a crush,
his poetic rush.
His pride in, and out with the tide.
and then he lied.

If it was all fun and games,
then why wasn't I having fun?
I fell for it, for a moment I even felt good.
But without that cloud of happiness I still could have stood.

Without Him. or his crush.

stevebrklynnyc
Member

since 2004-01-04

Posts 292
GA, Camden

1 posted 2004-12-07 10:01 AM

The oak trees will always be there for comfort and inspiration. Nice write, enjoyed.

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

2 posted 2004-12-07 10:30 AM

reminds me over and over again, of how some are not aware of the hearts of others, actually these people convince themselves that it takes two to tango....sad, but someday this person will atone for the pain he's caused others, and those lies...ohhhh my, surely wouldn't want to be in his shoes...not to mention, his great loss...you!

Really felt this one

Spine Grinder
Senior Member

since 2000-10-28

Posts 1127
Standing In Silence...

3 posted 2004-12-07 11:53 AM

This was great. I especially liked this lines ~
"He called it a crush,
his poetic rush."

Real cool. Well done.

"Cuz I'm broken, when I'm lonesome, and I don't feel right when you're gone away..."~ Seether

"I shut my eyes and hold my cries to myself"~ Taproot

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