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forbidden
Contributed by
Blue
on
Wednesday, 23rd October 2002 @ 02:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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he's such a freakin' mystery to me
with his black hair and white skin
black eyes that see to the corner of my soul
even as i shrink back from him in terror
he's jaded and political
scrawny and unremarkable
some might go so far as to call him ugly...
...people like me
i know that he hates me
he'd never even speak to me
as he listens to his hardcore
and ignores what i have to say
but somehow i can't help wonder
why he glances at me in the halls
and stares at me at the lunch table
if what he's concerned with is his image
and not me...
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Blue
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2002-10-23 14:45:00]
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Re: forbidden
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by Justice3310 on
Wednesday, 23rd October 2002 @ 02:48:16 PM AEST
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| sometimes the greatest mysteries in life are the ones that take time to figure out take your time and let him figure you out great write on your feelings you really expressed your words......Great poem |
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Re: forbidden
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by Knowledge on
Friday, 25th October 2002 @ 08:44:15 AM AEST
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| I am in a situation like that. You never know exactly why they stare at you. But answer this: Why do YOU stare at people? If its bothering you enough and you feel you need to figure out why he does this, then ask. Some things are not what they seem. |
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Re: forbidden
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by Knowledge on
Monday, 28th October 2002 @ 08:02:14 AM AEST
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Sorry about that last post to this poem. It didn't quit....work. Lol. Well what I meant to say in the last post (which was supposed to freaking work!) is:
You never really know what others are thinking until you ask them. But I have been in a situation like this before. Eye contact goes on every so often, and I don't know what to think about it. I wonder if they are looking at me to see if I am looking, or if they are looking at me because...well because they like what they see. Sometimes when someone looks at you like that, they are reaching out to you, and they don't know how else to tell you.
I say talk to him. You might find out something. And quit possibly find something about yourself you didn't know existed.
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Re: forbidden
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by rbps861 on
Saturday, 2nd November 2002 @ 12:39:24 PM AEST
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| great poem !! |
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