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ha jk,but please read on and let me know if it's any good? :)
Lonely and feeling so ugly. my heart so empty,and my love so full. always dreamed of true love,but i also dreamed being with you. Thought it was a silly little crush,i'd get over before i was all grown up now im a lady no longer a child and all the broken pieces of my heart you left me with still lay on the floor right next to the puddle of tears i cried when you left. you said it was forever,maybe you need a dictionary, i have plenty define "forever" out loud for me. were we forever? not even close! two and a half years gone down the drain! You had nothing and i gave you everything. We were so down in the dirt for a long time there but i couldn't let you live that way,so i stayed on my grind and got the paper to you just on time,we seemed happy! I had nothing but as long as you were there by my side i felt as if i had it ( ALL ),what happened to the lovely little conversations we had,? damn im mad this hoe tore us apart,but hey she aint the only one to blame,you broke my heart.. now im single officially back on the charts,but my heart can't go on...cus of you i can't seem to get comfortable again... |
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It's good. The tone seems to escalate in terms of expressed anger as the piece goes on....seems to start out more in a reflective mindset but it's as if you were feeling more irritated as the memories continued, and you needed something more like an outlet.
The emotion strikes me as utterly sincere, it's just that I think the reflective lends itself more to written expression than does the angry. |
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Thanks :)
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No problem, writing is sort of my thing....!
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believe it or not, i've learned through some pretty rough break-ups, that letting the anger out whether it be in a poem or any other form of expression is one of the purest forms of letting go.you cant move on until you don't care anymore, and that the truth.
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welcome...
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believe it or not, i've learned through some pretty rough break-ups, that letting the anger out whether it be in a poem or any other form of expression is one of the purest forms of letting go.you cant move on until you don't care anymore, and that the truth. Absolutely true, in the strict psychological sense. It just doesn't usually make for particularly cohesive literature; i.e., see the standard profile rants about "I've been hurt by so many rotten bastards," et al. There are exceptions, though. |
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