Resting in my cardboard box.
See- You people were so nice to me when I finally got the guts to post one of my "poems" that I thought I'd grace you with another. ( Aren't you regretting that now? )
I wrote this last night. I couldn't sleep. I had so many thoughts and feelings in my head that I just had to let out. And I did, Through my pencil. So although this has no pattern, no rhyme scheme, no meters- in fact- it just looks like talking....It still means alot to me. It's me. It's how I feel. Maybe the way I wrote it shows you the emotion in it??? I don't know. I just couldn't see it rhyming or anything. Oh well. Probably just me. So here!
Something has changed.
I never catch you looking at me anymore.
That cute sideways grin is rarely shot my direction.
You aren't rushing home to talk to me.
Where's the I love you's?
Why is everything vanishing?
Was it something I did or said?
Something I didn't.
I want to cry now
I hope someday you hurt like me.
Yes, Things have changed.
You are looking at her again.
Charming her with your grins and wits.
Spending "our" quality time
With her instead.
The I love you's
She has them again.
I said I loved you.
I helped you heal.
I want to hate her.
But I can't.
You see- All she did was whistle-
You were the one that ran back.
So- Here's a change for you to chew on.
And sweetheart, this change is permanent.
I won't be looking at you again.
I'm not helping you again.
Yes- I say again.
There will be a time you need me.
You will need me to tend your wounds.
Because trust me, she'll burn you again.
Just like you did me.
I want to laugh at you now
But I'll wait till your hurting.
I'm sure I won't be waiting long.
[This message has been edited by Spice (edited 05-16-2001).]