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Mon Oct 24, 2005 4:29 pm
Kayleigh says...



Remember that night,
You carved your anger into your chest,
And darling, I hated you for it,
But I hated myself more?
We swore never to do it again, didn’t we?
Holding each other with our weary arms,
And crying our apologetic tears.
Then that day came,
When we ended,
I told you not to do anything stupid,
You said between sobs,
“That’s a promise I can’t keep”
And I hung my head and feared the worst.

Time has passed since that day,
And darling, what have you done?
  





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Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:36 am
emotion_less says...



Emotional... sad... Uncomplicated wording yet it added to the tone. I liked this.
  





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Wed Oct 26, 2005 1:28 pm
Twinkling Starz says...



Wow, very emotional.
*~*Shining through the dark black night...Twinkling Starz*~*
  





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Wed Oct 26, 2005 2:35 pm
Angel17 says...



That was really sad. But i liked the poem!!
Real poetry are those with the best words in the best order

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Wed Oct 26, 2005 8:36 pm
Duskglimmer says...



wow... that's... *searches for a word* amazing... It was really well done. I have nothing really constructive to say, but I wanted to say something...
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. ~William Shakespeare, Othello
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Wed Oct 26, 2005 9:05 pm
Amice says...



My first thought wasn't "emotional" but I suppose it does cover a variety of emotions... anger, hate, crying, anticipation... all found their way into your poem without making it overly complicated

I would have thought (punctuation):

Remember that night,
You carved your anger into your chest*?
And darling, I hated you for it,
But I hated myself more*.

...instead of running it all into one interrogative sentence.

I did like the two-line stanza in closing
  








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