I Give You A Curtsy

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I’m drawn to no repulsion,
No anger and no shame.
For I can’t bare to hate you,
Damned feelings still the same.

I watch you holding hands,
I surprise myself with a smile.
Like watching a romantic film,
Pretending you were mine.

I’ve been called pathetic,
They didn’t know I did worse.
Wrote you birthday greeting on a bill,
So desperate, just terse.

No single message has been deleted,
Just to remember it was true.
They say I’m a deluded wreck,
For I’m still in love with you.

Distant memories should drown in oblivion,
But that I would never allow.
For though you have hurt me so,
Your part in me deserves a bow.
Last edited by bailecielo on Tue Sep 01, 2009 1:21 am, edited 1 time in total.
"Love is the black of cliches" ~bailecielo'09~




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I like it. Very smooth and to the point. It's almost like I can picture it.

Just one problem, in line 13, you wrote "message have"...either make "message" plural or change "have" to "has." Just a simple grammatical error.

Keep writing!
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Well, I can sort of relate to this I suppose. I mean, I know I've been called several things before, and that has mostly me tell myself pathetic.

I really like how you mention that no single message has been deleted (Yes, has, because as AyumiGosu17 has stated, it is a simple grammatical error). But I can really relate now that I keep rereading it, so great job and keep up the good work!
Silence is a friend who will never betray -- Confucius

Death only comes to those who have truly Fallen --Anonymous




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thanks guys! i fixed that up already. :D thanks for pointing it out! any other suggestion/comment would be helpful. :D
"Love is the black of cliches" ~bailecielo'09~



I have writer's block. I can't write. It is the will of the gods. Now, I must alphabetize my spice rack.
— Neil Gaiman