vim
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Post by vim on Dec 28, 2008 21:26:41 GMT
It’s Saturday night and I’m sitting alone Just broke up with my girl; my hand’s on my phone, Looking through numbers, I see hers and pause, Wondering what she’s doing, examining my flaws She told me I was making a mistake, But inside I knew our love was fake, I couldn’t stay there livin’ a lie, Knowin’ that she’s still in love with her last guy
My phone rings and I check the name, But the number’s not hers and I still feel the same, Trying so hard to get her out of my mind, But when it comes to her, my heart is blind, Maybe we were meant to be, maybe she was the one, Thinking back to the days when our relationship was still fun, It’s been a long time since she made me laugh or smile, But I can’t stop thinking about her, not even for a while
I’ve tried everything I know to get over this girl, Knowing once that I would’ve given her the world, I think for a second I’ve forgotten her, I’ve let go, But she’ll be back in my thoughts, I always know, I’m praying to Heaven to free me from this hurt, Wishin’ this girl hadn’t dragged my heart through the dirt, I love her more than words can explain, But for all the love, all I’m gettin’ is pain.
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Post by Anarki on Jan 7, 2009 17:16:55 GMT
U kids are good at tellin engrossing stories in your poetry, it's an art in itself! Like the poem though wasn't sure about, "my hand’s on my phone," the repetition stuck in my mind. Love the last verse, I can defiantly relate! Props
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Post by Anarki on Jan 7, 2009 17:19:08 GMT
BTW: If you disagree, feel free to argue ur case... but watch out! Jst playin!
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Post by vim on Jan 13, 2009 1:15:52 GMT
Thanks! And fair enough, maybe "Just broke up with my girl; got a hand on my phone" would fit a bit better?
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