We met and parted like strangers who had met again and again.


A letter to John.

I am unknown
To this feeling strange:
When the keyboard is played
To a song half composed.
When what seemed crystal
Becomes a puzzle of jigsaw.
To myself you have made me
An alien to my own soul true.
The glances you stole so well,
Now seem like hide and seek.
To you.
The path we had walked down,
I find myself retracing alone.....
Musing at a picture half painted!
And then I am left to wonder
What went so wrong?



Poetry by she
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Written on 2006-06-20 at 08:36

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Amanda K
i don know wut's wrong. it's like a kind of rinoy at the end but u wrote it cleverly.

love,
A,m,a,n,d,a
2006-06-27


Kathy Lockhart
this one is penetrating. You expressed your hurt and bewilderment so very well. Nicely done! :) kathy
2006-06-20


Malin Johansson
A very good poem here...
the last line in this poem did very much!!!
I liked it!!! Regards
2006-06-20


Zoya Zaidi
Yes, some times we don't know what goes wrong???????
We are just went wondering:
Where did I go wrong?

**Hugs She for two very lovely pieces just posted***

I see, your absence has gone well with you!

Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-06-20