SelphieT's poetry

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SelphieT

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Xirius
Nice.......those crazy cats...............when will they learn......

When?!?!?!

SelphieT

SelphieT
Weak

Vulnerable,
they scrape and cut my skin.
Taking chunks and pieces of me,
I'm so weak I cannot win.
They rumble tall with laughter,
amused with simple strands of tears.
Blood splashes against their face,
basking them in glory for years.

SelphieT
this one's untitled....I wrote this in 7th grade I believe, when I was going through a gothic stage. Its weird, but I keep it because I dunno, I find that its actually pretty good in a different way.



I drink his blood,
The wound is spitting at me.
A never-ending flood,
Of a dead memory.

I look into his decayed eyes,
Was it really love?
Let us hear our goodbyes,
Spoken by black doves.

Coldfire
Nice stuff happy I like the cat one hehe stick out tongue I also like the last one... yeah I'm weird that way lol

SelphieT
I wrote this the other night....

Where did you go?
Why aren't you home?
I feel so utterly awful and alone.

Please come back,
Don't leave me here by myself,
I cry when I see your picture on my shelf.

I just want to lay down,
and cry myself to sleep,
but I wouldn't because you wouldn't want me to weep.

I wish you could hug me,
For a very long time,
Maybe then, just maybe then I'd really feel fine.

SelphieT
I wrote this one the other night too.....

Come closer,
I want to show you how much I care.
It'd be in a way,
To others I'd never dare.
I'll show you my heart,
and give you my light.
I'll take back the tart,
and hide the black scary night.

Xirius
I like them both, especially the first one.

tabby999
Originally posted by SelphieT
this one's untitled....I wrote this in 7th grade I believe, when I was going through a gothic stage. Its weird, but I keep it because I dunno, I find that its actually pretty good in a different way.



I drink his blood,
The wound is spitting at me.
A never-ending flood,
Of a dead memory.

I look into his decayed eyes,
Was it really love?
Let us hear our goodbyes,
Spoken by black doves.

i like that, very good! dont want to be a self promoter but could you read mine real quick and let me know what you think, noone seems to want to comment on it confused

SelphieT
thanks for the comments guys

Fanor
it's....good smile

SelphieT
OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I lost my poetry notebook! I can't find it anywhere! ugh......two years of my life..........gone!!!!!!! sad

Syren
It's still in your head hun, although I do hope you find it wink

Xirius
Originally posted by SelphieT
OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

I lost my poetry notebook! I can't find it anywhere! ugh......two years of my life..........gone!!!!!!! sad

It'll turn up sooner or later, it ok. smile

dark wizard
the 1st poem is genious absolutely great piece of poetry!!! eek!

SelphieT
Originally posted by dark wizard
the 1st poem is genious absolutely great piece of poetry!!! eek!

thank you embarrasment

to be honest, that poem I wrote for my friend Billy, he was probably the best person out there for me

SelphieT
I walk out on all of my problems,
because nobody can solve them.
You can even call me emo,
but I'm actually doing it right though.
I could care less about your opinion,
cause I try but never ever win.
And I didn't bleed enough,
I think my skin is getting too tough.
Five is my lucky number,
but I want so badly to have another.
The sheer look of this gives me delight,
so give me a kiss and I'll say goodnight.

SelphieT
You'll never stop or prevent me,
from putting scars on my body.
What ever you're doing its not working on me,
maybe we'll settle for a lobotomy.
And I find it hard to see,
when all I do is f.ucking plea,
and I think how can this be,
and then I just remember its me being me.

SelphieT
I do not see a future for me.
And I know you're thinking how can that be?
Even though I'm not old, I've grown.
I truly think I will be alone.
I really no longer want to live,
and see what life and people really have to give.
I don't think pain will just disappear,
It aches so bad and that's my fear.
Could I possibly get over this?
Or maybe the pain will be something I'd miss...
Would anybody answer a plea,
to be there and help someone like me?

Scythe
Originally posted by SelphieT
I do not see a future for me.
And I know you're thinking how can that be?
Even though I'm not old, I've grown.
I truly think I will be alone.
I really no longer want to live,
and see what life and people really have to give.
I don't think pain will just disappear,
It aches so bad and that's my fear.
Could I possibly get over this?
Or maybe the pain will be something I'd miss...
Would anybody answer a plea,
to be there and help someone like me?

I adore you in more ways then one.
You must realize you mean more to me then the sun.
Forever lost in a trance of humanity.
Never forget where you placed your purity.
If the leaf falls far from the tree,
I'm almost sure it's you who will pick it up.
And watch it fall apart,
Much like the heart,
Of the mirror that is me.

SelphieT
note: I wrote this this morning, and um, I had the worst feeling of depression. I haven't been THIS depressed in a while. I don't think I've finished with this one, I'll probably edit and change it up a bit later, but for now, here it is, in its unfinished glory.


if I took the time,
to undwind,
and let a man,
take my hand,
would I be...happy?

and if I changed,
my deranged,
thoughts and fantasies,
about being lonely,
would he be...happy?

and if we had a normal life,
filled with minimum strife,
and our arguments,
and hesitants,
end in the bedroom,
would we be...happy?

SelphieT
You've always been there for me,
and I never noticed.
The sweet smile you shine at me,
puts this perspective into focus.

When you hold my hand,
a grin sprawls across my face.
And I look into your deep mahogany eyes,
that reassures me in this place.

You speed up my heart,
and make me feel warm.
Then when we are apart,
you're image makes me feel at home.

SelphieT
NOTE: I wrote this when I was going to move out of my mom's place to my dad's place, but that was a long time ago, before my dad did some things to make me never want to live with him. So its basically about my mom's house........so yeah. enjoy.


I hate to say goodbye,
but then again I hate to lie.
You're my love and my home,
you're my salvation when I'm alone.
But now you've faded away,
we've drifted and have nothing to say.
No matter how much I strive,
I'll never forget you while I'm alive.

SelphieT
NEWWWW POETRY!!!!!




What gives you the right,
to put up a fight,
when it comes to my views,
on certain issues?
Who do you think you are,
to degrade and push me so far,
its my life and I have my plans,
I don't need your opinion, you're not my man.

SelphieT
I'll keep it for you,
and we'll know what to do.
I'll preserve it and thats how it'll be,
because I know you are the one for me.
No matter how much they make me blush,
they will never be able to touch,
what is only ours,
and our love will bloom in showers,
because you're with me even when we are apart,
I'll let no one else take my heart.

Xirius
I like them, they're both very powerful.

bogen
nice work selphie T, most if it is short and sweet, the way i like it big grin
keep it comming thumb up

SelphieT
Haven't written any stuff in nearly a year. But today I wrote something, which I hope you guys enjoy.

Ungrateful

She isn't satisfied,
she never will be.
She takes more than gives,
doesn't care how she lives.
She is ungrateful.

Her mother works hard,
her mother cleans.
Her mother tells lies,
her mother can't sympathize.
Her daughter is ungrateful.

Her father is nice,
her father is stressed.
Her father is full of plans,
her father will never have her with a man.
His daughter is ungrateful.

She asks for hugs and not kisses,
she only thinks of the past.
She doesn't want what money can buy,
she just wants love a person can supply.
She is ungrateful.

Scythe
Originally posted by SelphieT
Haven't written any stuff in nearly a year. But today I wrote something, which I hope you guys enjoy.

Ungrateful

She isn't satisfied,
she never will be.
She takes more than gives,
doesn't care how she lives.
She is ungrateful.

Her mother works hard,
her mother cleans.
Her mother tells lies,
her mother can't sympathize.
Her daughter is ungrateful.

Her father is nice,
her father is stressed.
Her father is full of plans,
her father will never have her with a man.
His daughter is ungrateful.

She asks for hugs and not kisses,
she only thinks of the past.
She doesn't want what money can buy,
she just wants love a person can supply.
She is ungrateful.

Hmm, I did love the poem, but I hardly agree with the message. Personally, I explained my reasoning.

SelphieT
Here's something I did last night. I'm pretty sure I'll add more later, or modify it a bit, but here it is. Here's my first attempt at real imagery.


Autumn wind against my face, it touches,
my hair, your warm hand it brushes.
Wrapped in a sweater, my hands up your shirt,
a sky so haunting, matches the light brown dirt.
The clouds twirl in your favor,
we stare into the sky.
You hug me tighter,
as I hope this moment will not die.

XvampbenjiiX666
nice lol i loved the ones with the cats...those bastards

SelphieT
Here's one I just wrote. I believe it's my first attempt at something that doesn't rhyme. Maybe.



You reproduce to leave a legacy,
to have someone replace you.
You birth not an individual,
but a hungry puppet.

You spoon feed it lies,
as it dribbles out trust.
Spank it when it strays,
praising mimicry and stupidity.

You teach it life,
brute fathers and gullible women.
Conformity leads to happiness,
ideas are for sinners.

We are the defected,
thrown into your undesirable piles.
We've peeled off our skin,
we are on to you.

SelphieT
A child succumbed to an unaware disease,
it hurts, he cries, and he pleas.
A family with foundations restricted,
as they must leave their home, evicted.
A village unable to cooperate,
it's west against east as bombs detonate.
A species endangered for simply living,
as we grow their numbers are shriveling.
A country not protected by it's government,
guerrilla soldiers and machine guns aren't what they meant.
A world in danger as we think of our petty depression,
makes you wonder if we were meant to survive this session.

Roulette
Originally posted by SelphieT
Here's one I just wrote. I believe it's my first attempt at something that doesn't rhyme. Maybe.



You reproduce to leave a legacy,
to have someone replace you.
You birth not an individual,
but a hungry puppet.

You spoon feed it lies,
as it dribbles out trust.
Spank it when it strays,
praising mimicry and stupidity.

You teach it life,
brute fathers and gullible women.
Conformity leads to happiness,
ideas are for sinners.

We are the defected,
thrown into your undesirable piles.
We've peeled off our skin,
we are on to you.

Your poems are great, but I gotta say, I really love this one.

Keep up the excellent work, Selph! thumb up

SelphieT
Originally posted by Roulette
Your poems are great, but I gotta say, I really love this one.

Keep up the excellent work, Selph! thumb up

Oh thank you my dear!

Roulette
Welcome! ^-^

SelphieT
Here's one I wrote today:



He unbuttons my jacket,
hand up my skirt.
He doesn't have to ask for it,
I understand as he lifts off my shirt.

He licks my neck,
his heat cannot resist.
It's growing, and he's becoming a wreck,
as he moves toward my breast.

He claws through the skin,
the blood begins to flow.
He tears my chest thin,
and in ecstasy, we both moan.

I feel him penetrate me,
while he breaks my ribcage.
His hands find their way inside me,
as his heat swells to hot rage.

We both smile and I take my last breath,
he's done scraping my chest apart.
And even after death,
he still wanted only my heart.

Bardock42
D-did you rhyme "jacket" with "it".

SelphieT
Originally posted by Bardock42
D-did you rhyme "jacket" with "it".

Hmm, yeah I did. I guess I never noticed until now I pronounce jacket, "jack-it".

Bardock42
Originally posted by SelphieT
Hmm, yeah I did. I guess I never noticed until now I pronounce jacket, "jack-it". I pronounce frog, "fireworks", but I wouldn't rhyme it with "sire jerks" no expression

SelphieT
Originally posted by Bardock42
I pronounce frog, "fireworks", but I wouldn't rhyme it with "sire jerks" no expression

So, constructive criticism would be nice, rather how you are stating it right now, which is rather confusing.

Bardock42
Originally posted by SelphieT
So, constructive criticism would be nice, rather how you are stating it right now, which is rather confusing. Nah, I refrain from constructive criticism, in fact, I mostly try to keep poetry criticism to myself and a few selected ones as I feel I couldn't write anything reasonable poetry wise myself. Only in the most obnoxious cases I might feel the need to call the poet an idiot.


Well....glad to say yours are not obnoxious enough. To me, they seem to be quite up there by this forums standards actually. But that might just be cause the last three threads I visited hear made burning out my eyes with a couple of rusty needles seem a worthwhile option.

SelphieT
Originally posted by Bardock42
Nah, I refrain from constructive criticism, in fact, I mostly try to keep poetry criticism to myself and a few selected ones as I feel I couldn't write anything reasonable poetry wise myself. Only in the most obnoxious cases I might feel the need to call the poet an idiot.


Well....glad to say yours are not obnoxious enough. To me, they seem to be quite up there by this forums standards actually. But that might just be cause the last three threads I visited hear made burning out my eyes with a couple of rusty needles seem a worthwhile option.

Not sure if I should feel good about that or not now......

Bardock42
Originally posted by SelphieT
Not sure if I should feel good about that or not now...... Neutral. I would say. I don't think my opinion either way should influence your emotions on this.


I like chatting with you doped

SelphieT
Originally posted by Bardock42
Neutral. I would say. I don't think my opinion either way should influence your emotions on this.


I like chatting with you doped

Yeah, you are right. If you hate it, you hate it. I'm proud of it, even though art could always use improvement, that's just how it is.

I too enjoy chatting with you. happy

Bardock42
Originally posted by SelphieT
Yeah, you are right. If you hate it, you hate it. I'm proud of it, even though art could always use improvement, that's just how it is.

I too enjoy chatting with you. happy

YOU ARE BEING OFF TOPIC.


Reported.

SelphieT
Originally posted by Bardock42
YOU ARE BEING OFF TOPIC.


Reported.

I like a man that takes initiative. Very much so.

But yes, quit the small chat.

Bardock42
Originally posted by SelphieT
I like a man that takes initiative. Very much so.

But yes, quit the small chat. YOU ARE NOT EVEN MY REAL MOTHER!!!

cry

SelphieT
Just some new poetry I wrote today!

This one's about someone, it's quite obvious who it is if you just look.

God could only explain the way I
love you. Sometimes I feel you are my
everything. You protect me, and
never harm me. I hope you
need me like I need you.



And here's another.


I'm not a little girl,
I don't need you to linger.
I'm not going to be wrapped or curled,
around anybody's finger.

Don't show me those lubricated tears,
you and your love are fake.
I'm not scared of your pouty, dark leers,
touch me, it'll be your biggest mistake.

Fanor
very nice

SelphieT
Why thank you there Feanor!herbtu

Fanor
why....you're absolutely welcome

SelphieT
Something I wrote last night.


Her name was Lauren.
When she uttered the words,
my heels fell back to the floor, and,
I was opposite of self-assured.

We began as friends,
she truly was kind.
We talked of "to-the-ends",
and she crept into my mind.

We were now full grown,
her beauty suddenly breath-taking.
Her interest in me had shown,
my anxious body was shaking.

But as I drew near,
our relationship seemed slack.
Revealed was my deepest fear,
she didn't care back.

My heart felt the deepest shove,
I gave up on curiousity by then.
She was the only girl I've ever loved,
and her name was Laruen.

XvampbenjiiX666
wow....its powerful...i know what thats like....and alot of other things

SelphieT
First chick I've ever liked. Not completely over her yet. Happened about a year ago........but life goes on. I like guys more anyways.

SelphieT
Here's one I wrote about a year ago. Found it while flipping through an old notebook. Not my best work, but it still holds a lot of meaning to me. Maybe I'll fix it up a little bit some other time, but I'll post it up as it was.

I do not see a future for me.
And I know you're thinking, how can that be?
Even though I'm not old, I've grown.
I truly think I'll be alone.
I really no longer want to live,
or see what life and people really have to give.
I don't think pain will just disappear,
it aches so bad, and that's my fear.
Could I possibly get over this?
Or maybe the pain will be something I'd miss...
Would anybody answer a plea,
to be there, and help someone like me?

XvampbenjiiX666
..........i feel it...i know how it feels....deeply

SelphieT
Classic depression! thumb up

XvampbenjiiX666
yes it is angelic-smiley20

SelphieT
I've been having quite the dry spell of poetry lately. Wasn't until just a few minutes ago, I came up with what I felt was decent enough to post. Hope you enjoy these.



It may be too late,
to find someone.
But it's never too late,
to be alone.
Who knows?
Maybe you'll find your own home.

And maybe you'll find out,
who you are.
Find out what you like that's near,
find out what you like that's far.

And maybe you can seek,
and see what you don't need.
Ask yourself what makes you weak,
and see where a path of strength leads.

Young writer,
and becoming artist,
grow to be a revolutionary or fighter,
ranging from serious life to satire.

So do what you do best,
whether agreeing or debating.
And after your journey, you'll realize,
a certain someone will always be waiting.




Here's the other.


Black, static.
You now remember when...
A memoir, a slide show,
of how you were treated back then.

Naked, vulnerable.
An image pulls your hair.
So cold, so helpless,
you shiver as if you were there.

Shaken, surprised.
Bruised are your shoulders, arms, head.
You didn't understand,
why would such a little girl, wish to be dead?

Guilty, terrified.
The thought so paralyzing,
to stand up for yourself.
You freeze, the fear hypnotizing.

Alone, nervous.
You try to become someone other,
you leave to live a new life,
but of course you still love your mother.

XvampbenjiiX666
did this happen to you?......i mean i know what it feels like i was abused when i was younger by my mom's ex

SelphieT
Yeah, my mom.

It's so insane, how you forget about all the abuse, but when you remember it all again, it really is painful. Like, I was literally shocked while just sitting in bed, thinking about it. I couldn't believe that happened to me. It's like I don't even remember being a kid. But I guess sometimes that's a good thing.

SelphieT
He's caring, considerate,
he'll listen to what you have to say.
He's funny, he's charming,
he could make anybody's day.

He's loaded with personality,
not just that, but looks too.
His soft honeysuckle hair,
and his big, icy blues.

You could be the most beautiful,
manicured from your toes to your hands,
but he really just wants someone to hold,
someone to just listen, someone that understands.

Will you be there for him?
It's not too much to ask.
Just hear him out, let him express an opinion,
and you'll both have happiness that will last.


NOTE: I don't really like the ending. I may work on that. hmm But other than the shitty ending, I like the rest. I am pleased.

SelphieT
My child,
my sweet Sarah,
the clipped seraph,
stay strong.

I know I've moved,
so far away,
and your troubles never seem at bay,
but I want you to know I love you.

Keep your eyes blue,
from gift, not tears.
I'll see you again, sometime next year,
to stroke your soft hair again.

So beware my friend,
careful of this dangerous world,
I know how hard it is, to be a girl.
Always stay strong, my sweet Sarah.

Scythe
Your friends are very lucky to have you in their lives Selphie.

Syren
Selphie, I know we don't know one another too well but if you ever need to rant and for someone to listen, I'm happy to do so yes

XvampbenjiiX666
i know...i cant remember much of that era of life when i was abused xept when i was pushed down stairs and forced to eat soap...thats it really...it sux so much

SelphieT
Originally posted by Syren
Selphie, I know we don't know one another too well but if you ever need to rant and for someone to listen, I'm happy to do so yes

Thank you Syren, that's so kind of you. The exact same for me, if you need someone to talk to, I'm always here to listen. happy

Originally posted by Scythe
Your friends are very lucky to have you in their lives Selphie.

Thanks, same goes to you babs. Loves ya.

XvampbenjiiX666
i feel loved now...i have someone who'll listen

Scythe
Originally posted by SelphieT
Thanks, same goes to you babs. Loves ya.


Yea shaddap...

SelphieT
Wrote this, this morning.



I wish you the best,
but what if I told you,
this was just a test,
of my own self control?

You may think I have no soul,
but if only you could understand,
I feel so guilty,
I feel so damned.

Has the clock has stopped ticking?
I see no grains of sand.
I hate for you all to see me,
with such dirty, stained hands.

These walls and homes always seem to move,
whenever I wish for somewhere to lean.
Your eyes explain it enough to me,
oh, how I utterly hate to be seen.

I wish this was a dream,
but this nightmare, I cannot awake.
Please tell me earlier deaths,
can escape their inevitable fate.

XvampbenjiiX666
i like it....its has a weird feeling to it

SelphieT
Alright ladies and gents, here's my first try at an erotic poem. Hope you like it, I enjoyed writing it.



I wish I could lie,
and purr all day in bed.
This miraculous release,
has brought joy to my head.

The tickling sensitivity,
brought by the first touch.
How it streams and makes you smile,
how it branches and makes you blush.

Wet, but warm,
smooth but soft.
How your body looks so beautiful,
removed of all cloth.

So much skin to explore,
but your fingers find their way,
to a place that feels like heaven,
and they dare not to stray.

Pleasure's breath tickles your ears and neck,
and coos sweet truth, not lies.
It grabs you by your locked knees,
and runs tension filled fingers up your thighs.

An arch of the back,
a buck of the hips.
A gasp, a moan,
passes through your lips.

Faster, harder, faster,
almost like pain, but sheer peace.
Let all of it build up,
and feel the ecstatic release.

TRH
Your poems are really beautifulwink

XvampbenjiiX666
wow....that was really something...i can picture it...wow

SelphieT
Wrote this one's intro a week ago or two, and just finished it up today.



He said, "Fly straight, little sparrow!",
and I sure did.
I flew and sang,
my freedom I never hid.

I would spread my wings,
and let the warm wind brush my face.
I was calm and let the sun embrace me,
removing me, without a trace.

They always said it was quite the spectacle,
to see me fly and soar.
I always thought it was a spectacle,
to see them still on the floor!

I would open my mouth,
and a melody would bounce and flee.
And before I knew it,
others would hum and whistle with me!

I was young and naive back then,
trying to make the world a happy place.
But nothing made me feel better,
than putting a smile on someone's face.

Same time tomorrow,
for I was now in need of some rest.
Together we'll sing and fly again,
but now all this sparrow needs is her nest.

XvampbenjiiX666
kick ass!! i like it..no i love it!!

Scythe
Originally posted by SelphieT
Wrote this one's intro a week ago or two, and just finished it up today.



He said, "Fly straight, little sparrow!",
and I sure did.
I flew and sang,
my freedom I never hid.

I would spread my wings,
and let the warm wind brush my face.
I was calm and let the sun embrace me,
removing me, without a trace.

They always said it was quite the spectacle,
to see me fly and soar.
I always thought it was a spectacle,
to see them still on the floor!

I would open my mouth,
and a melody would bounce and flee.
And before I knew it,
others would hum and whistle with me!

I was young and naive back then,
trying to make the world a happy place.
But nothing made me feel better,
than putting a smile on someone's face.

Same time tomorrow,
for I was now in need of some rest.
Together we'll sing and fly again,
but now all this sparrow needs is her nest.

I fly with my fly down

SelphieT
New one, started it forever ago, finally finished it up today in class.



She's got nothing to lose,
cause she's not trying to win.
Her nerves are so shot,
feelings worn thin.

No, she's not sad,
she just isn't touched.
Now don't blame her,
if you can't make her happy that much.

Yes, people listen,
but do they care?
Will they judge her right?
Seems like they're never really fair.

People are nice,
but will they think twice,
once they learn who she is?

And will they go away,
when they hear me say,
"Hello, my name is Liz."

XvampbenjiiX666
i won't go away embarrasment

i likeded it

Maraja
I really like that poem. I don't know why, exactly, but something about it just sounds right. yes

SelphieT
Thanks for the comments guys.



Wrote this a day or two or three ago.


I know I can be complex,
I don't know myself in these times of stress,
but sugar, I'm tryin',
if I said otherwise, I'd be lyin'.

And sweetie, you call me a fool,
but I assure you, I'm no tool,
and do I need a reason to help my friends?
I'll always give them my hand to lend.

And we had good times, didn't we?
I know things can't be the same with you and me,
Everything I said and did were filled with true intentions,
every single bit of my love and affections.

You may never read any of my poems,
let alone care about them,
but I just want you to know,
I still care about you so.

Dgw2007
nice poetry

XvampbenjiiX666
....i feel like crying now

i loved it

Selphie
Something I wrote today.


I always wanted,
to write a love poem,
but I couldn't put together two and two.
And I always had feelings,
that I wanted to express,
but I didn't know what to say or do.

I've thought about it,
and I agree,
my emotions have never been more true.
And still I see you,
day to day,
but I don't know how to leave you a clue.

I can live without it,
I know I can,
but it truly is hard to resist.
And I could go on,
living and keeping to myself,
but your face is something I'd miss.

We will talk shortly,
and I will leave you smiles,
that is something I must insist.
But we are still young,
and life will go on,
and that is the truth I must dismiss.

XvampbenjiiX666
i like it!!! love poems are hard to write

Lara
aw that so sweet, selphie, and yes happier poems are harder to write, I guess because we all to easily dismiss the better times in our lifes to embrass the bigger and more demaning issues.

by the way, Its nice to be home again big grin *waves*

XvampbenjiiX666
*waves back* welcome home

Lara
big grin

Selphie
Thanks for the comments guys.

Here's a little something I wrote last night, it's been a while.


We may no longer be in love,
but this is something I'm above.
I am so glad we did not end,
for I would have lost a great friend.
You truly enchant me, if not more,
than yesterday, and the day before.

I will always be one to listen,
when your eyes are dry or may glisten.
And when asked, I will give you advice,
and never feel bothered, or think twice.
I will care for you through anything,
and want to say thanks for everything.

Lara
aw thats sweet

~Wlshy~
aw that is awesome

Mairuzu
amazing selph thumb up

XvampbenjiiX666
nice...very awesome

The Grey Fox
Originally posted by Selphie
Thanks for the comments guys.

Here's a little something I wrote last night, it's been a while.


We may no longer be in love,
but this is something I'm above.
I am so glad we did not end,
for I would have lost a great friend.
You truly enchant me, if not more,
than yesterday, and the day before.

I will always be one to listen,
when your eyes are dry or may glisten.
And when asked, I will give you advice,
and never feel bothered, or think twice.
I will care for you through anything,
and want to say thanks for everything. I love it, you're a great poet Liz.

Ya Krunk'd Floo
dull

Selphie
Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
dull

Thanks for the constructive criticism!

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