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 Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2006 2:27 pm
Well, I know someone... In real life, not Gaia, who I liked a lot. The thing is, him and I were good friends, but there was more than a feeling of friendship between the two of us. I wrote this, after he told me what he felt, but I never gave to him. Hence part of my depression, since I never saw him again... and no... it's not supposed to rhyme.
Note: This is a very personal thing and It's the only thing I ever wrote dedicated to someone, related to love. Please don't make fun of me in my moment of weakness.
It was in an envelope, where I wrote this
"This is what I feel.
What I feel for you.
If you're reading this you know,
That I love you too."
Love
Would you die for me?
I would, for you.
You told me you love me,
but is it true?
Think about that,
We don't like eachother.
We never did.
So how come we feel like this?
Love can hurt.
It's true and unfair.
To love and be loved,
or to love and be hurt.
I'm sorry for what I did,
I'm sorry for hurting you.
But I'm just me
and I love you too.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2006 11:37 am
When I began to read it, it seemed simple. Small words, short phrases.
But as I read on I realized the underlying tone and the feeling that was being pushed upon me. I understand the emotion in this poem and I think you did a truly beautiful thing with it.
I am sorry that I am the only comment so far but if it makes you feel better I think that although your poem (in terms of words) is simple it has such a beautiful emotion to it that you just can't help but be taken with it.
At least that's how I feel. 3nodding
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