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by Anita MacShe was talking...
rambling
about the faces guys make.
I just had to take that fatal step
into my memoriesÂ…
Because I'm the type of person
who lives to make my own life Difficult.
Not once
was there anything funny
about your face...
your eyes just Always seemed to Find mine;
high,
hungover,
half-asleep;
they Always Found mine in that
Crucial Moment.
And I thought maybe that's how I Knew
that you Loved me...
then I thought
maybe that's just part of it.
I miss you
more than I'll ever make the Mistake
of telling you.
It'd only be another fatal step.
07/10/2005 Author's Note: Not sure if the formatting overdoes it... Let me know.
Posted on 07/10/2005
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 07/10/05 at 05:47 AM I like the format; not my favorite, but it works. The poem, on the other hand, more than works. Your title fits nicely with this. I like how you bring "fatal step" back at the end. I feel everything you write. |
| Posted by Uriel Tovar on 07/10/05 at 05:51 AM i was lost in it so i don't know what it was about but god that was really good. i think it can do without the last stanza though |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/13/05 at 09:43 AM this is incredible. the format fits wonderfully and the words, the words, wow! |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 07/13/05 at 10:13 PM wow..i was trying to get my mind off of something and here it is..thanks lol i like formatting especially the colors |
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