SiriuslyRemus
08-22-2007, 02:41 AM
A poem I wrote, Comments and critisism greatly apprecaited.
I feal as if I'm writeing a repitition,
Though now it's not me but my competition.
I've talked about you before,
The friend that I love,
You opened the door to a world up above.
That door however,
Was only opened a crack,
And a way to get in I seem to lack.
She's skinny enough,
it seems, to slip through.
Skinny and pretty enough for you.
I wondered this morning,
When you said you liked somone,
Now I'm in mourning,
For hoping to be the one.
You told me about her,
How she likes you too.
And though I hate her,
I'll pretend to be happy for you.
I'll do my dutey as best friend,
Without that old hope that it'll turn out right in the end.
I'll love you in secret,
And smile for you,
You'll be my one regret,
for you won't love me too.
You call and you text,
Have me holding my breath,
waiting for the phone to ring,
The only ring I'll ever get from you.
There are to many sad songs I could sing,
But I'll pretend to be happy,
Pretend that we're 'cool'.
I had to see you tonight,
The same day you broke my heart,
couldn't be right,
and I knew from the start.
The scene where I cry,
I cried just for you.
Didn't have to try,
Knowing she was there too.
Out in the audience,
Hovering over my head.
It's my immagination,
and I wish her dead.
We said goodnight,
When you called to say I did well,
I wished for 'I love you', or like you, but the words never fell.
I don't know how to avoid the fight,
I'm bound to get into,
when I see her monday,
and think about you.
Good luck with her,
She better treat you well,
She's got you now,
Guess it's 'welcome to hell'.
I wish you the best,
As I turn out the light,
Cry myself to sleep,
At least there's sleep tonight.
I feal as if I'm writeing a repitition,
Though now it's not me but my competition.
I've talked about you before,
The friend that I love,
You opened the door to a world up above.
That door however,
Was only opened a crack,
And a way to get in I seem to lack.
She's skinny enough,
it seems, to slip through.
Skinny and pretty enough for you.
I wondered this morning,
When you said you liked somone,
Now I'm in mourning,
For hoping to be the one.
You told me about her,
How she likes you too.
And though I hate her,
I'll pretend to be happy for you.
I'll do my dutey as best friend,
Without that old hope that it'll turn out right in the end.
I'll love you in secret,
And smile for you,
You'll be my one regret,
for you won't love me too.
You call and you text,
Have me holding my breath,
waiting for the phone to ring,
The only ring I'll ever get from you.
There are to many sad songs I could sing,
But I'll pretend to be happy,
Pretend that we're 'cool'.
I had to see you tonight,
The same day you broke my heart,
couldn't be right,
and I knew from the start.
The scene where I cry,
I cried just for you.
Didn't have to try,
Knowing she was there too.
Out in the audience,
Hovering over my head.
It's my immagination,
and I wish her dead.
We said goodnight,
When you called to say I did well,
I wished for 'I love you', or like you, but the words never fell.
I don't know how to avoid the fight,
I'm bound to get into,
when I see her monday,
and think about you.
Good luck with her,
She better treat you well,
She's got you now,
Guess it's 'welcome to hell'.
I wish you the best,
As I turn out the light,
Cry myself to sleep,
At least there's sleep tonight.