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| For You Will Never Know |
| I don't hate you nor do I dislike you But I have long since ceased in wondering why and trying to figure you out. I guess that's not for me to know What has it been, almost four months? And you've dominated my thoughts my dreams I write things you will never know of letters and poems full of hurt and unanswered questions I feel sadness you wouldn't understand When I see you I freeze up inside and want you back And I cry tears you will never see because, this is the last time I will cry for you. September 18, 2001 |
| A Reply |
| No, this isn't the meaing behind the poem, bur rather a reply I got to this poem I would like to share. It came from a member of one of the Yahoo! Clubs I am also a part of. Hi Edana, I liked this poem for a few reasons. First, I thnk it's pure in it's simplicity -- it doesn't try too hard, which I find in a lot of poetry (and writing in general) As I read it, I could identify with your feelings and felt your strentgh and maturity. As the spurned lover, you present your emotions well, while at the same time you're facing the reality. A nice balance of being hurt but having the ability to rise above the hurt. At the same time, you don't come off as sounding cold -- you're not turnging your back on love, just this particualr love, and the title illustrates this nicely. ALso, the poem could well extend beyond a romantic relationship. You could almost be speaking of the recent tragedies. Each line makes a nice parallel to a personal experience and a more broader one. I would stay away from lines such as "reaering it ugly head" as it's a bit overused, but I think this is a solid work and I hope you don't mind me commenting on it. |
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