Open Poetry #38 |
Growing Apart |
PoetAtHeart13 Junior Member
since 2006-08-11
Posts 24Maryland |
posted August 17, 2006 12:42 PM -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wednesday, August 16, 2006: Why should I have to suffer and compromise my emotions because of your mood. Can it ever be a time, when I can just let my emotion slide free. Without having to worry about getting in trouble for how I feel. Would it be possible for you to understand, how the pain is... How close we once were and now you come at me like this... I can remember the time, when you were down and upset... Who was there? Me... And I'll never forget, what you said to me: *I don't know what I'd do without you* That's what you said, and I began to cry. Because you were upset, and I hate to see you that way because I love you so much. I still do, but now I don't always feel that same love from you. And I hate this poem. I hate writing this poem. Because I love you so much. But I feel as if, I have to write this poem. Because I have to except the fact, that we are growing apart. ****If only we could control emotions... **** |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
If you gotta write, you, by golly, write! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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David D Jerald Member
since 2006-08-07
Posts 74Tucson, Arizona |
Dear PoetAtHeart13, Wow did you let him have it! Here is a quote for you. David D Jerald Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead. Helen Hunt Jackson 1830-1885 US writer whose pseudonym was H. H., b. Amherst, Mass. She was a lifelong friend of Emily Dickinson. |
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PoetAtHeart13 Junior Member
since 2006-08-11
Posts 24Maryland |
thanks 2 both of you. Espeacially for the qoute...had 2 write that one down 2remember. Peace, Rissa* |
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