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Hardest Thing (Free verse) by Felzpoet This is the Hardest thing I ever had to do
I never thought I'd have to say goodbye to you
But instead of getting closer and staying in each otherâs heart
You still cant be near me and we've drifted further apart
I never wanted to scare you the way Iâve done
I made it necessary for you to run
Having done what I did I don't expect this of you
But please forgive me cause everything I said was true
My love for you will never fade
My love for you is something I would never trade
My love for you is what tore us apart
My love for you is what unfroze my heart
I'm sorry for the pain I caused and what I did
I'm sorry I scare you like something morbid
I'm sorry that I canât change this from being true
I'm sorry I canât keep the promise that I made you
I love you so if you ever need me Iâll be there
I love you so never think that I don't care
I love you so I gonna try not to make you cry
I love you that is why I have to say goodbye
Up the ladder:
Lost love
Down the ladder:
the godself within
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 2.6
Posted: May 18, 2003 2:45 PM PDT; Last modified: May 18, 2003 2:45 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.713913 Overall Rank: 11962 Comments:
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deleted user @ 162.83.130.244
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18-May-03/3:43 PM
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The only thing I can say is wow. One of the greatest things I've ever read. The only flaw I could fine is you rhymed the same words multiple times. Other then that I think it's great. Definetely would work as a song (10)
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Felzpoet @ 68.173.204.214
> deleted user
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18-May-03/5:49 PM
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Thank you john and i will take that into consideration
What do you see when you read this poem?
I see a poeme.
but wait... what's that? something seems to be slowly diffusing out of the mangled heap of mediocre literature that has been carelessly splattered all over my screen... it... it seems to be made of skin... it can't be... no! Oh God no! AAARRRGHHH *ppppt *gagh* END OF TRANSMISSION Gentlemen, we have a situation here.
Yep, that's what I see too. Just checking.
Mr -=Dark_Angel=-, I have returned with some gifts from my recent outing.
For the Tughampton boy' A Bona-Fide, Roger D. Wilco, gold plated, electrified, wheeled chair. For Mrs. Tughampton, A Rouge velveteen feathered hat. And for you, a new shooter. For marbles.
Hey brain dead at least i can spell the word poem
Not tht u'll ever get close enough to someone to feel the way i do but thnx for the comments
Hey listen up Felchpoet: you wanna play in the big leagues, you gotta play hard ball. Ain't nobody round here gonna cut you a break 'cos you're a rookie - there's only cool-cats and hipsters that make it big in this business. You gotta problem, kid, I suggest you take it up with your mommy. Now beat it!
lsitin buddy i dont know who u think u messin wit but it definately the wrong person get tht straight call me a kid again ull wish u were never born
Tell ya what kid, how bout you beat me off behind the bleachers and I'll give you $5 to keep quiet. Whaddaya say?
I aprcite th fct tht u like my poem, but y do u wrte everything like tht?
Nt to be rude, but lookin at ur poem it is obvious that u can at least wrte complt wurds. This crap just make you look ignorant
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