Poems from a Blacker Soul
This one is called "I like her"
Theres a girl I like
But she doesnt like me like
we like what we like
but what she likes isnt me
Oh Fate!
The Greeks had it right
probably.
Oh why doesn't she love me?
Or like me or something?
Cruel passion, cruel desire
why do you torment me with this hardon?
Love me, like me
Acknoledge me!
Why try harder,
When I dont exist to her?
My soul of glass
shatters on her icy stare
of not liking me
At all.
03 May 2005 23:16
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I propose this as a follow up:
Staring right through me,
My soul so transparent
To her, but to me it shines
As the sun on morning dew
If I could sell my dreams
Just to wake up in your arms
I would for then I'd never
Want to fall asleep again
And yet you pass me
Day by day, not seeing
That inside my heart beats
in 7/8 for your love
03 May 2005, 23:27
Hywel – 7/8 heart beat: you're prog to the core sir.
Chris, try buying her some bubble wrap, girls love bubble rap. I might be wrong though. Give it a go. No, seriously.
Who is she?? – Otherwise i would have to assume Mrs D.
08 May 2005, 21:02
Otter
"who is she??"?
Mind your own, you nosy parker. My poetry reaches people, man! The metafor! The similys! i rule
08 May 2005, 22:16
Ok… Who isn't she?
And why haven't you got her any bubblewrap??
08 May 2005, 22:59
she isn't anyone – except the one she isn't not being.
And I can't afford bubblewrap, I was hoping just some foam packing chips would do
10 May 2005, 17:00
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