Mar 02, 2005 22:41
ok just in case you didnt read the subject..this is a poem i randomly wrote the other night. and everyone asks me if it's about chris (he even asked "What'd I do?" lol), but its not about him at all. its not about ne1...i just put myself in the situation, and began writing. chris and i couldn't be better lol. (i'll explain the poem in the end).
My So-Called.
There are so many things I want to tell you.
There are so many things I want to share.
But the hurt you placed onto my shoulders,
Crushed my breath, my soul, my heart, and my care.
So tell me, my so-called Dearest,
Do you want to share my happiness,
My every laugh and smile?
Do you want to wake up to my voice in the morning,
In every waking while?
Please, my so-called Dearest,
Hold my heart to yours and count the beats with me.
Let go your spirit, and free your mind and become one with me.
Safety's touch of the hand soothes my pulse when I'm scared.
When the two heart-shapes tenderly kiss, the angels play our song without taird.
I beg you, my so-called Dearest,
Think of me often.
Think of the watefalls, the midnight walks,
And most of all think of this...
When you hurt me like this,
It made me think you don't care.
So I want to tell you I loved you,
And now our 'don't cares' can be shared.
So, I shout to you, my so-called Dearest,
You can have the lost kisses,
So gentle from my lips.
You can have the ghostèd hugs,
So uplifting from my touch.
You can have the disappearing heart,
Because you can't have my beauty, my sulk, and my charm.
ok...so this poem is about a girl who was recently hurt, and she's telling him that she wants to be able to tell him everything, but since he hurt her it's hard for her. So she asks him if he wants to be with her forever, and she tells him to be with her, so that the "angels can play their song". So then..the girl has a change of heart. She tells him that she WANTS him to think of her all the time, so that he can grieve, because then she tells him off ("our 'don't cares' can be shared"). The last stanza, she's telling him that the only kisses he can have are lost ones, and the only hugs he can have are ghost-like, and the only heart he can have, is one thats disappearing. And the last line, she tells him that she's more beautiful without him anyway.
...so yeah..a lot of people don't even think of me as some1 to write..but i do..a lot actually. i LOVE writing poems. haha lol. i hope you liked my poem! give me your feedback!