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Soft Speak; Hard Emotion (Free verse) by Blindpoetry

Weeks pass by Your not here Did the maid go with you? Because he isn't here either I confess My nervousness I expected this to not work out *nervous breathe* Was I right? I give you my hand I want to guide you To happiness I thought thats all you wanted I hesitantly take my hand away It got numb from your coldness You ask if I'm ok, "Why are you like this?" My temper rages; *yells, "You know why!"* I get up, to my feet Shock painted all over your face I whisper, "See you at home... Dear." She leaves with the maid. Do i give you my jacket So you can walk across the muddy water? No. Just ask the maid! He'll clean it up! And I hope you don't mind I fired the maid He didn't do his job He made this life harder! So leave with him I don't care (leave with him) I won't sit and stare (leave with him) I'll just *yells: go outside and save myself*

Goad 4-Feb-04/5:45 PM
lol, you're definitely at least partly right about trying to soothe my own conscience. I feel absolutely terrible...you have to do something... It started out being enormously funny, and then went bad. If he would only just get pissed off and lay into you, I could breathe a big sigh of relief, but he's so dreadfully earnest. He's pretty damn smart for 13, he'll probably end up being a good writer if you haven't PERMANENTLY DAMAGED HIM.

Blindpoetry, you were being had on er, somewhat. But don't take it too seriously. It happens to all of us. Fight back! But don't take that too seriously either, that's even worse.




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