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Walked Away

by wacko1574



~Well this poem describes my fear of relationships...and where it lead me...kinda sad...any who ..want your feedback~
Comments and constructive criticism is always welcomed



Oh yeah ..and i am new here...so Hi to all :)



WALKED AWAY


You said you loved me
But did you really care
You said you wanted me
But is it worth me waiting alone?
Do you think this is fair?

I know i messed up
Turning a person like you down
You were my little window of hope
To escape this petrifying ground

You had your charming way
Of making me feel special
You had your humorous way
Of bringing a smile to my face
You had your convincing way
That made me forget about my misfortunes in life
And to appreciate the things I had
And for making me see that
I thank you

We clicked from the first time we met
We had the talent to make an interesting conversation about anything
Later on feelings began to arise
After finding out the way you felt about me
Hopes began to fade
Dreams began to shatter
And i began walking away

I walked away from the only true feeling
I walked away from a love so healing
I walked away from the only true thing i had going on
I walked away from you

Now knowing that i cant change anything
I look up at the stars and stare
Realizing that I will never see you
Realizing that I will never talk to you again
That is the reality ...i cant seem to bare


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Fri Apr 04, 2008 5:41 pm
wacko1574 says...



I HEAR YA ON THAT ONE!!




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Fri Apr 04, 2008 4:44 pm
myfreindsavamp says...



Actualy I don't mind I don't really want to have my heart broken...
-em




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Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:24 pm
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Oh thanks...hmm i could turn it into a song....aww amber sorry you feel the same about relationships...and thanks Firestar for the punctuation ...was never good at that really ...and will see what i can do about the long sentence ...any idea??




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It actually sounds like more of a song to me. Right now I'll add some punctuation marks.

WALKED AWAY

You said you loved me,
But did you really care?
You said you wanted me,
But is it worth me waiting alone?
Do you think this is fair?

I know I messed up,
Turning a person like you down.
You were my little window of hope,
To escape this petrifying ground.

You had your charming way,
Of making me feel special.
You had your humorous way,
Of bringing a smile to my face.
You had your convincing way,
That made me forget about my misfortunes in life, <- (long sentences like this break up the rhythm of the poem)
And to appreciate the things I had.
And for making me see that,
I thank you.

We clicked from the first time we met.
We had the talent to make an interesting conversation about anything.
Later on feelings began to arise.
After finding out the way you felt about me,
Hopes began to fade,
Dreams began to shatter,
And I began walking away.

I walked away from the only true feeling.
I walked away from a love so healing.
I walked away from the only true thing I had going on.
I walked away from you.

Now knowing that I can't change anything,
I look up at the stars and stare.
Realizing that I will never see you.
Realizing that I will never talk to you again.
That is the reality... I can't seem to bare.




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Fri Apr 04, 2008 3:15 pm
myfreindsavamp says...



The second senence needs a q mark and your Is need to be capitalized...just to let you know....but I agree with your poem Im afraid of relationships too.....
-em





Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
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