Post by Luna on Sept 19, 2006 7:49:07 GMT -8
I don't know if this is a really short story or a poem or what... I just got the urge to right something and this is what came out. I'll paragraph it like a poem just so it's easier to read.... wow... I wrote a poem that wasn't forced... it's a first for me.
.::What is it You Want from Me?[/u]
What is it you want from me?
Am I not good enough for you?
What is it you want from me?
Words, words, words.
Words whirl around in my head.
Questions, statements, facts.
What is it you want from me?
Feelings and emotions burn inside of me.
Like a furnace.
Like a fever.
Delirious with the pain.
The pain.
The hate.
The fear.
Fear of you.
What is it you want from me?
You lock me up.
You pound me, beat me, keep me.
Bindings, beatings, chains.
Chains of love.
Chains of hate.
What is it you want from me?
Am I not good enough for you?
What is it you want from me?
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This is just me writing thoughts... no poem as such.
.::Why?
Why do I have to feel this way? Why her? Why me? Why at all? She loves him. But I love her. At least I think I do. Do I? How can one be sure of such a feeling when, to one's own knowledge, one has never felt such a feeling? What is love? Who is she to me? Why me? Why her? Why?
What is it you want from me?
Am I not good enough for you?
What is it you want from me?
Words, words, words.
Words whirl around in my head.
Questions, statements, facts.
What is it you want from me?
Feelings and emotions burn inside of me.
Like a furnace.
Like a fever.
Delirious with the pain.
The pain.
The hate.
The fear.
Fear of you.
What is it you want from me?
You lock me up.
You pound me, beat me, keep me.
Bindings, beatings, chains.
Chains of love.
Chains of hate.
What is it you want from me?
Am I not good enough for you?
What is it you want from me?
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This is just me writing thoughts... no poem as such.
Why do I have to feel this way? Why her? Why me? Why at all? She loves him. But I love her. At least I think I do. Do I? How can one be sure of such a feeling when, to one's own knowledge, one has never felt such a feeling? What is love? Who is she to me? Why me? Why her? Why?
