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The end is approaching,
I feel it, it's near.
Such a long time we went on,
still nothing is clear.
It was cool while it did last.
Gaining of experience and funness,
But now it's all past.
A far away scene.
A scene from a play that was never really seen.
A main part of the life story,
that comes with many tales,
A book that comes to life and you can hear the wails.
A drama teen novel that won best prize,
But only I can see through it's rediculousness and lies.
I know the truth,
or so I'd like to think,
I'm not one of those stupid romantic girls
who dream about princes and always wear pink.
I'm stronger then them,
and keep my imagination away from me.
So that when something good does happen,
I'm shocked as can be.
Once and awhile something comes up that keeps me moving.
I'll meet someone who'll say something soothing.
That'll keep me going for just so long,
Until I start loosing hope,
and much will go wrong.
But this is the pattern of life I suppose.
I big strange production,
with many shows.
I picked a boy who keeps changing his part,
which is rather hard on a girl with a heart,
And incredibly stupid for a girl who is smart.
I never thought I could change him,
never thought I should.
Never thought I needed to,
But now I wish someone would...
Always spoke my mind to him,
But the truth was usually good.
So to bad it's ending,
to bad it's almost done.
To bad I fell for it,
To bad he won.
And yet he still says he likes me,
But thats only good enough for someone who is friendly.
You can't keep something moving thats already stopped.
You shouldn't hold on to someone that isn't yours to lock.
Each indavidual has themselves to take care of.
And having someone who doesn't care for you,
is a bad first sight of love.
And though I try to look above all that,
I wish I was stronger,
But I'm being tackled by a rat.
But I'll be fine no matter what goes,
But what happens on the inside,
nobody knows.
To the quiet side my writing hand tends.
And by the time I'm in love with him, then everything ends.
Right while he's winning,
I'll be forced to start over at the beginning...



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trebel said...
Nov. 20, 2011 at 1:11 pm:

This flows so nicely, there is a lot of feeling, and it is extremely relatable. The poem definitely pregresses, but I think too extremely from the beginning to middle sections. When I realized it was about a relationship, the poem swiched to a totally different kind of poem. I think you should mention that more clearly towards the beginning.

Additionally, I really enjoyed the rhythm of the "to bad" parts.

Excellent work as always!

 
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