My snotface

by bridgitte tanner   Aug 11, 2004


The more i think about it,i realize were the same. you and i, playing in this one big game.
what i see is just a dream, its something like a mirage..only i feel it here. its in front of you and me.
see it clear, the names have been written. something I've waited to happen but never believed would.
i think its real, at least i think it is. i feel it in my heart and mind. still, such a forbidden love. understood by no-one.
a truth that conquered all, one that deceives what makes us who we are and how we live. constant reminders, floating in my head, butterflies in my stomach, that will never be dead.
understanding my reason, screams a cry from above, this has to be the most beauteous thing, the most beautiful love.
secret denial, i don't want to believe, I've finally fallen, so now i must leave.
i comprehend my feelings and looking back to see, i know you were the girl that was meant to be with me.i don't know why, i don't know how, all i know is that i love you now.
who am i, to say such things, who am i to believe past my obsession. saying things only i know that only i mean. its hard to sleep, when I'm thinking of you, I'm sorry but i really do. its crazy to say all these kind words, i know you think I'm a crazy fool, but only to the things i have to conquer and that i must dual. goodnight my gorgeous snot face. goodbye to all today, i gave up nothing and now its time to pay.

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  • 18 years ago

    by rubberduckii

    Dont let the pear of getting hurt stop you from writing. the only way you can be a good writer would be by writing things you know about and things you have experienced. how would you get hurt by doing that? im confused

  • 20 years ago

    by Ann Stareyes

    Good job! Well done.

  • 20 years ago

    by bridgitte tanner

    wow i love my poetry too deep though i shouldnt let people into my personal life anymore i dont wanna get hurt mentally