My very short poem. |
My very short poem. |
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![]() speechless ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 869 Joined: Jul 2005 Member No: 163,564 ![]() |
Wish I could say,
That the best of me stayed, Like everything else, It's gone away, I was blind, I was stupid, To let chu get the best of me, Now it's clear, Now I see, That the problem isn't you it's me. I'll admit right now that this poem is where amatuer... but I was feeling like writing something childish and cheesy... |
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![]() My name's Katt. Nice to meet you! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 3,826 Joined: Jan 2005 Member No: 93,674 ![]() |
QUOTE Now it's clear, Now I see, That the problem isn't you it's me. I think that was pretty clear throughout the poem, so it's no surprise when you stated it at the end. This isn't really a poem .. it seems choppy, disconnected and redundant. I like the theme. Could be developed a bit more though. |
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