Dark Poetry #3 |
I did not love her |
JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
I twirled her soft red hair with the ends of my fingers while she bent with her head down looking away with deep red eyes crocodile tears streaming And I couldn't tell her a thing not what she wanted to hear she believed what she felt that I should have felt the same but her emotions would soon distort anger replacing what was, hating me for just one fault I did not love her |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Excellent piece, I really enjoyed the visuals you created in this one. Imagination is more important that knowledge |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Yes if we do not have the love within us we can not possibly give it...James |
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MIdsummerRain Member
since 2002-05-19
Posts 175St. Louis, Missouri |
"...I twirled her soft red hair with the ends of my fingers...I did not love her..." I loved it my friend! For in much wisdom is much grief |
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darkstar Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 230Port Richey, Fl, USA |
That was very nicely written. I can't say that I can relate, as I was always on the other end of the spectrum (still am it seems). It's hard to let someone down like that though. *darkstar* |
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