Old Stuff Galore 18 - Poetry
I never wrote much poetry - at least, not since 6th grade. In fact, I can only remember about 3 poems I wrote since then. Before then, of course, I wrote much more - mainly odes to the boy next door. I used to have a crush on the son of my dad's childhood friend, and that was inspiration for a few poems.
But no, there was nothing really serious since then, with the exception of what is already here and of what I will post now.
I found this in my psychology notebook from 11th grade, among the many covert written conversations that I used to have with Sophie at the backs of notebooks. For the life of me I can't remember what I was talking about, but it's a nice little poem.
And it rhymes!
Well, sort of.
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Now the step was taken
And the bridge is crossed
I find that I regret it
And now my heart is lost
(but the bridge was burnt
and now there's no return)
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But no, there was nothing really serious since then, with the exception of what is already here and of what I will post now.
I found this in my psychology notebook from 11th grade, among the many covert written conversations that I used to have with Sophie at the backs of notebooks. For the life of me I can't remember what I was talking about, but it's a nice little poem.
And it rhymes!
Well, sort of.
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Now the step was taken
And the bridge is crossed
I find that I regret it
And now my heart is lost
(but the bridge was burnt
and now there's no return)
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