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Array ( [sid] => 101992 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Journal Intime [time] => 2005-07-24 15:43:21 [hometext] => Journal Intime in French means intimate journal... which is what this poem is about... [bodytext] => Hello journal, its me again
I have a lot to tell you, don't know where to begin
I haven't written in well over a year
I know, I'm sorry, but then, I had nothing to fear

My journal I hope no one ever reads you
If someone were to steal you I wouldn't know what I'd do
I've never been ashamed of anything I've confessed
But I'd miss reading you, I'd be a mess

Anyway, I met this girl, a beautiful young lady
I spent my nights with her, and saw her daily
We used to lay on the ground looking at the stars
But her eyes were the brightest novas by far

Normally I stay inside and get depressed when it pours
But we'd go out play around, kiss, and play some more
It was like I was a child again with this one
No matter how boring the subject, with her, it was fun

It was strange journal, I was in love
But I don't know what happened, she just gave up
Not on me, but on the hope of finding an answer
She had a disease, a sickness called cancer

I miss her so much journal I can't stand it
She was so lovely, I'd have never planned it
I cried for months straight, over this beautiful girl
She's the only thing that mattered to me in this entire world

She was my angel, the one I've only ever truely cared for
I know our time was short, but I couldn't ask for more
Goodbye, journal, thanks for listening to me again
I want to bury you with her, so she can read you in heaven

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Journal Intime

Contributed by heartquake on Sunday, 24th July 2005 @ 03:43:21 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



Hello journal, its me again
I have a lot to tell you, don't know where to begin
I haven't written in well over a year
I know, I'm sorry, but then, I had nothing to fear

My journal I hope no one ever reads you
If someone were to steal you I wouldn't know what I'd do
I've never been ashamed of anything I've confessed
But I'd miss reading you, I'd be a mess

Anyway, I met this girl, a beautiful young lady
I spent my nights with her, and saw her daily
We used to lay on the ground looking at the stars
But her eyes were the brightest novas by far

Normally I stay inside and get depressed when it pours
But we'd go out play around, kiss, and play some more
It was like I was a child again with this one
No matter how boring the subject, with her, it was fun

It was strange journal, I was in love
But I don't know what happened, she just gave up
Not on me, but on the hope of finding an answer
She had a disease, a sickness called cancer

I miss her so much journal I can't stand it
She was so lovely, I'd have never planned it
I cried for months straight, over this beautiful girl
She's the only thing that mattered to me in this entire world

She was my angel, the one I've only ever truely cared for
I know our time was short, but I couldn't ask for more
Goodbye, journal, thanks for listening to me again
I want to bury you with her, so she can read you in heaven





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Re: Journal Intime (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Sunday, 24th July 2005 @ 06:34:29 PM AEST
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Well expressed thoughts and emotions, very honestly done. I like the ending as well. On the whole this poem says a lot. Well done, and may your hurt be healed.

Andrew




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