Gauchori Posted September 9, 2004 Share Posted September 9, 2004 This is part 3 of the poems I have posted so far. This poem and the other 2, came from my heart. So tell me what you think. Thanks... Part 3 Why do I have to be so shy? Why do I close the doors? Why can't I just tell her… "All my heart is yours" Her picture is like my conscience, Always popping up in my face. And when this happens, I can't stay in the same place. I have to walk around. I try to forget. But in the end, I wished she was a person I had never met. I remember when she looked in my eyes. Now I feel so much pain. What is happening to me? That is something unexplained. I wished I had told you how I felt. All the love I ever gave. Now all that is buried, Deep down in a grave. It is buried because I will never have a chance with you again. I was never brave. I was never great. And now I feel like a slave. I feel like I could never love again. I feel like I could never be me again. I know this is not right, But did you ever give me a chance? How can I love? If I'm not loved? How can I tell you, That you were my beloved? -The End- Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
i_hate_the_world47 Posted September 9, 2004 Share Posted September 9, 2004 Wow,what a way to end a series of poems.I thought it was extremely well written.Good job,keep it up. ~Meagan~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hardcore Posted September 9, 2004 Share Posted September 9, 2004 it is yet aging another great poem where do you come up with it i wish i could be as half as good as you. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gauchori Posted September 9, 2004 Author Share Posted September 9, 2004 well... like I said, they all come from my heart. The best poems I write, or at list what people say its good, they all come from my heart and from what I'm feeling. I may make up one, but I think it will not be as good. Thanks everyone! 8) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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