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Array ( [sid] => 106844 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Duke [time] => 2005-09-30 21:45:54 [hometext] => The guy that used to be my best friend and isn't now was voted 'duke' of our class and i just wrote some feelings... it might be a little confusing... [bodytext] => I’m so proud of you
But I can’t stop the pain
You became our duke
It all confuses my brain

Shouting your name
Pulling on my heart
I am loving the game
Yet it’s tearing me apart

I’m proud of you friend
Yet my heart is down
I’ll be proud until the end
Even with this frown

You’re still my duke
Even though you’d hurt me
You used to be my fluke
But now I am just empty

You are part of the court
And I miss you as a friend
You were voted into court
And to your name I put the pen

Even though you once caused pain
I couldn’t help but circle your name
Thoughts of you hurt my brain
But I am still loving the game

As you walked up to the stage
I smiled as you pumped your arms
I became happy, but fill with rage
If only you still hugged me with your arms

Screaming for you once they announced duke
Wishing that we were still best friends
Shouting and screaming just for you
Wishing that you didn’t lie about the end

Shouting your name
Pulling on my heart
I am loving the game
Yet it’s tearing me apart
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The Duke

Contributed by sprinter27 on Friday, 30th September 2005 @ 09:45:54 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I’m so proud of you
But I can’t stop the pain
You became our duke
It all confuses my brain

Shouting your name
Pulling on my heart
I am loving the game
Yet it’s tearing me apart

I’m proud of you friend
Yet my heart is down
I’ll be proud until the end
Even with this frown

You’re still my duke
Even though you’d hurt me
You used to be my fluke
But now I am just empty

You are part of the court
And I miss you as a friend
You were voted into court
And to your name I put the pen

Even though you once caused pain
I couldn’t help but circle your name
Thoughts of you hurt my brain
But I am still loving the game

As you walked up to the stage
I smiled as you pumped your arms
I became happy, but fill with rage
If only you still hugged me with your arms

Screaming for you once they announced duke
Wishing that we were still best friends
Shouting and screaming just for you
Wishing that you didn’t lie about the end

Shouting your name
Pulling on my heart
I am loving the game
Yet it’s tearing me apart

Copyright Â© sprinter27 ... [ 2005-09-30 21:45:54]
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Re: The Duke (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 04:51:05 AM AEST
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I think there is more going on in this poem than the words say. This person was more than a friend or you wanted him to be more. That is the only answer for such an emotional write. I think the poem is well written and that is what i see in the poem.

Re: The Duke (User Rating: 1 )
by Archie on Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 04:51:20 AM AEST
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I think there is more going on in this poem than the words say. This person was more than a friend or you wanted him to be more. That is the only answer for such an emotional write. I think the poem is well written and that is what i see in the poem.

Re: The Duke (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 1st October 2005 @ 05:25:06 PM AEST
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Awww Sprints...well this poem makes sense to me, but I know the story anyway. I can understand your mixed emotions about him on that day he became 'Duke'. Even with all the hurt he's caused you, you still went and voted for him. If he doesn't realize you are an awesome person to call a friend, then he is blind! You expressed your emotions very well in this write. Nicely done: )

Scorp.

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