I got my name, Pantala, from my sisters. I started writing poetry in the 7th grade. My first poem was entitled " Not Fair," unfortunately my only copy was lost when I entered it in a contest. But my writing has come a long way since then and I hope that you can relate to my poems. Please feel free to drop me a line on myspace or to leave a comment and please rate my poems. Thanks! |
The only person who could ever make me cry.
The only person who I could ever truly love...
So much to say to you.
So much you'll never know...
Your close close.
Yet so far away...
Say s**t to my friends.
Explain to them what you think needs explaining...
You annoy me and frustrate me to no extent.
You confuse me and use me at my expense...
I understand --
I get it now...
The romantic is hiding there
you almost never let him out...
Shy
Reserved...
Not shy
Not quiet...
Wish I could find the words...
But sometimes words just can't describe...
People who lie don't know the worth of the truth or the friend they've lied to. People who keep something vitally important from a friend are just as bad as the ones who lied. |
Promise me forever and you promise me nothing. Promise me but for the moment and you give me the world, for no one can honestly promise forever. For forever is a very long time. |
Dying for someone may save them from the pain, it may save them from one pain like dying. But it does NOT save them form the worse pain of all. The pain of losing you. The one who was so dear to them. |