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Zoe (the first one) in a land of daydreams (which my teachers say I visit too often) |
How could you
Break a heart,
Throw it,
Shatter it,
Leave it lost?
How could you
Cause a car crash,
And walk away,
Unscathed,
Leaving a victim?
How could you
Play a game,
And cheat,
And walk away,
A winner in your mind?
How could you
Change a life,
And bring joy,
And then leave,
Taking the happiness for your own?
How could you
Give a rose,
See a smile,
And then rip the petals,
Of the flower as they rain down?
How could you
Play the good guy,
Saving a life,
And then turn out,
The Joker?
How could you
Sing a happy,
Soothing song,
And then change the lyrics,
For the worse?
How could you
Wash over a life
Like a pleasent wave,
And then drown that life,
In sadness?
How could you
Break a heart,
And take one piece for your own,
So that the heart
Will never be full?
How could you do this?
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I thank you from deep within
I thank you from deep within my heart for writing this poem. You have no idea how many times I've asked that question myself! "How Could You?" Oddly enough, I feel hurt to admit that he's probably asking himself now...how could she? I feel absolutely horrible for that, and I don't even know what I did. Yet I blame myself for everything...why?
Brilliant piece...very well written...absolutely extroardinary!
Zoe, its a good poem, but
Zoe, its a good poem, but seriiously, don't blame him for everything. There's two sides to every story, you know.
~ Sticks and stones may break my bones but Kelso nailed your sister! ~ Eric, That 70s Show
I'm not blaming him Maron. I
I'm not blaming him Maron. I know that you're right, there are two sides to every story, but this is just a poem that came to mind. Honestly, I know. Well, I don't know the other side, but I know that there is one. So . . . Well, what I'm trying to say is this is just a poem I decided to write. It doesn't mean everything is his fault, or I'm accusing it of being. I sound really messed up and confusing right now, but I hope you understand what I'm trying to say.
". . .a roadtrip through the land of Lean Beef. . ."
--Some random radio ad.
Zoe: I completely understand
Zoe: I completely understand you though you may not believe it. A wonderful poem...very well written for sure!
Maron: You are quite right, Maron (geez, that would be new). It is not entirely his fault. Actually, I believe it's not his fault at all. But I want to blame something or someone so bad. Knowing that I cannot blame him, I blame myself, and when I do, it makes no sense. But if let my mind wonder, then I realize that it was my fault, whatever it was. I just want him to know that whatever pain he feels in his heart...I'm sorry, even if I'm not the one to blame.
Zoe: Hey, I didn't say it
Zoe: Hey, I didn't say it wasn't a good poem.
Kk: It's not your fault. (Wow, first and last time I'll say that) It's no ones fault, I think...
~ Sticks and stones may break my bones but Kelso nailed your sister! ~ Eric, That 70s Show
Okay, yeah. I think we're
Okay, yeah. I think we're all clear.
". . .a roadtrip through the land of Lean Beef. . ."
--Some random radio ad.
Maron: What a minute? You
Maron: What a minute? You actually think?!
Sometimes, only when I
Sometimes, only when I desperatly need to.
~ It's not a matter of not caring. It's a matter of not giving a crap. ~ - Red, That 70s Show