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Post by Sharon on Apr 21, 2008 21:06:22 GMT -6
It's amazing how writings turn out when you've got actual emotions to support/fuel what you're saying.
Forty Past Midnight
I can promise you the mountains and all of the stars in the sky- but all of that won't mean a thing because that is nothing I can provide.
I have never tried to deceive you I'd like to think that I'm the unselfish kind- but you questioned me, what have I done to make you think otherwise?
Excuse me for being furious I've no control over your insecurities- I can't be sure that you understand forgive me if I'm not happy with your apologies.
How can you ask for my heart when there's been this apparent doubt in yours? You need to find a way to tame your past if you want us to grow into something more.
People have always been talking and you've told me you don't pay them any mind- So many times you've told me I was different but is that not the truth or is it only sometimes?
You can worry about me running into a stranger's arms after just sharing a dance or two- but instead why don't you try giving me a reason to trust my heart with no one else but you?
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Post by Absinthe on Apr 21, 2008 22:14:35 GMT -6
I.....like....this. I like that last stanza especially. It certainly flows the best for me. Those last two lines:
"but instead why don't you try giving me a reason to trust my heart with no one else but you?"
Those really just stuck out for me. You can definitely tell this was written with some feeling behind it. Way to go.
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Post by Samccaleb on Jan 31, 2009 13:50:44 GMT -6
I like it. I agree with Absinthe. The last two lines really stand out. It's a great poem though, no matter what.
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