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The book of love...
Contributed by
madhusudan
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Monday, 11th June 2007 @ 12:31:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I have a book, and its a story about me...
Everytime I feel low, it helps me foresee...
Today I'm reading on the girl of my life
Every page is filled with happiness
It shows all the good times we shared
As the pages flow, read about the hearts they bared...
We could never be together though, as the distance kept us apart...
Every other page is filled with happiness
And suddenly I see a page missing
And the happy boy is now found cryin...
But the girl has already left for greener pastures...
Every page now seems blank...
As I roll over the pages of this love story...
I see blank pages with a little text here and there...
They dont make sense nor do they complete the story...
Every page now has a little tear
I finally reach the last page of the book
Would the story unfold and will I ever get her back?
Bated breath, I can feel my hands go cold
You know what, forget it...I'd rather let my future unfold...
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madhusudan
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Re: The book of love...
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by emystar on
Monday, 11th June 2007 @ 01:15:28 PM AEST
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A bit sad but I luv the ending.
Great work.
huggs,
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Re: The book of love...
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by Fionndruinne on
Monday, 11th June 2007 @ 07:29:35 PM AEST
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Time heals precisely by making our memories fade - or rather, our memories over time become altered, they take on some of our traits and subtleties as a result of occupying our minds, and thus become our own, and much more tolerable. The facts become less accurate, but the memory becomes a part of us, and by doing so assumes a special value.
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Re: The book of love...
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by myheartsvoice on
Tuesday, 12th June 2007 @ 05:05:54 AM AEST
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" And suddenly I see a page missing
And the happy boy is now found cryin...
But the girl has already left for greener pastures...
Every page now seems blank... "
a deep and emtional well constructed poem and yet not cluddered with technique, i love the verse above. very well done an excellaent poet you are . . .
Ben
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