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Submitted by Spiffs on 2 July 2009 - 8:34pm.
Style / Type:
freeform
Spent the morning
Frantically flinging my words to pages
In the depth of my mourning,
Because it’s you I miss.
I sealed my letter with a thousand tidings.
Memories and dreams and kisses
Good intentions, things I’ve perfected…
Apologies for things neglected…
So many things undeclared and yearned
All the lessons I have learned…
Writing you another correspondence,
Recalling your despondence,
And all my unreturned desire,
I gave it to the fire.
No matter what it is I yearn,
These are just more words to burn.
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Come on now Jess! I’ve
Come on now Jess! I’ve written on a bunch of different subjects! It doesn’t help that I just went through a breakup…you know how it is!
dude.
sorry about your break-up.
I love your title though. yay!
but really, this is a nice poem,
the subtle but not so restraining rhymes..
yep, I like it.
Bad Break-ups
Are the pits, and you describe those feelings well. I especially like the ending, as it is strong on closure:
No matter what it is I yearn,
These are just more words to burn.
Good job!
Always, Cat