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Click hereI found my friend
who became more than a friend;
he’s the one I swore I’d never find.
Sometimes girls lie.
Now I know more than I should
like his birthday and wife’s name;
I even know where he resides.
I’ll never go there.
Still I take pleasure in this knowledge
while I hold her picture to mine;
she’s lovely, but I was his one of a kind.
Doesn’t that account for something?
Now I can only shake my head
at the big ache in my heart;
I think I really screwed up this time.
just a bit, or perhaps not mesh as well (at least for me) as I would like. Interesting poem, as always, though.
I like it as it is, I think it tells the whole story very well and I know exactly where you are coming from
I have read quite q lot of your work and it intrigues me , sometimes I am not sure why. With this it seems as though you could say more, but perhaps not in the same poem? Muddled again perhaps(me that is) but you are very readable so I'll keep coming back.
I like the idea behind the poem. It needs more, though. I did mention your poem on the poetry forum, on the new poems thread. I hope you work on this one a bit more. :)