of and old dog eared notebook.

you know you remember these days...


written in the margins

Dear friend,

I thought that you loved me
I thought that you cared
I had though that we were friends

But now you ignore me
Your cold shoulder bared
Why must this dance now end

Am I too friendly
Perhaps not 'cool' enough
Am I too gloomy

Or maybe..

Just not MAN enough

I love you still
I always will
I hope you find
A guy you don't mind

Sincerely, always,
Your friend



Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2008-09-10 at 04:07

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Janine>K
lovely poem of an aching memory. Most people out there can relate to this poem (I am one of them)...its usually those written down old memories that help us look back and realize how silly we have been, well sometimes, but still feel a little pain. loved your poem..
2008-09-10


Kathy Lockhart
oh the things we write when we were younger are wonderful to find and look at with mature eyes. It's almost as though you stand back and look at the words for the first time written by someone else. It is a good thing to look at ourselves in different stages of our lives. That's why diaries are so good to keep. This is a tender and sweet plea as your heart was broken. Now look at the lyrics, the poetry you write. It started long ago in that old dog eared notebook. : ) kathy
2008-09-10