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Cassandra
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okay Cassandra, I know your never going to read this but I still need to let my thoughts out to be free from them. I love you, I have always loved you and I didn’t know it then, but you left me and I feel like my world has been split apart, and tossed in the wind every piece going its own way. What am I to do? You won’t leave my head your memories haunt me like a ghost of pleasant presence. Why did I have to fall so fast in love with you? This is my first time, to foolishly fall into some ones heart and yet to find your heart not opened to let me in and though I’ll knock forever, still in vain. These are my thoughts constantly everyday as to how to get you back, how to win your heart, how to live with the fact that you’ll never be mine. The sun will rise, the noon will shine and you’re my prize, the lost meaning of mine rhyme. Please never change your mind (and return to me)…….. I must live with this sad hearts fairy tale, my true first love broken frail. But moving on from you is impossible to me, yet I say to my legs to move, and they move, my arms move my body moves as I please, but my heart is disobedient and will not move with me, it hold to you for dear life. It holds to you as a necessity to live. Oh (my) Cassandra not to trouble your heart, but I’m left to rot in this world. Without you, I’m not me.
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02/03/07

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