Teen Poetry #8 |
You Hate Me |
NCCXC86 Junior Member
since 2006-09-25
Posts 18Michigan |
It doesn't matter anymore. No more sweet love letters, Washing up on my shore. My hands tremble and shake. They will never hold you again. A nightmare from which I can't wake. I ruined all that was good. You just did what you had to, You have the feelings anyone should: You hate me. |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
The last line in the poem does not make sense. The rest is ok. Good luck. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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stargal Senior Member
since 2006-03-06
Posts 1352OR USA |
Umm, I actually think that the last line makes a lot of sense. "It doesn't matter anymore. No more sweet love letters, Washing up on my shore." - I liked this part a lot, the imagery is very beautiful when you read it. "I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars." - Og Mandino @-->--- |
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