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[sid] => 77625
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Why didn't I
[time] => 2004-12-29 11:11:50
[hometext] => if this poem seems weird it's because this is the first time I wrote something like this lemme no if u like it at all... thankz!
[bodytext] => You stand there, I watch.. Your dark figure walks across the room. I feel like I always knew you. Day after day it's like this, I watch , you stand there.... And every day is the same nothing changes... but today it's different you move, and I feel my heart beat when I see you cross the room. I stumble backwards afraid and not knowing what to do, but then again I figure what is there to lose. You grab my arm, but it's dark I never actualy saw your face. The grip on my arm is rough... The moon shines through the window of this broken place, and i finally see your face.... Your eyes are green, and sad.... I wonder why you seem so sad.... Your lips they seem to have a frown that just isnt there to see, but for me it's clear. I am afraid to love but even this grip on my arm makes me feel like, like I have known you for ever. It doesnt hurt... I just wonder how long, how long did i stare into your eyes... Gentle you kiss me, and now I know I love you, but still you seem sad, and I know it's because you love me, I was what you never had, and i'm sorry but I am just afraid to love you.... you with all that i ever needed, but now all my troubles seem to disapper as you kiss me, and I now I'm not afraid to be with you. I just wonder why didnt I think to cross this room first? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 142 [topic] => 43 [informant] => StrwBrryStrBrst0225 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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