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I forgot to add if you really don't want to interpret it some constructive criticism would be great =]
I wrote this poem today. I know what it means to me but I want to see how other people interpret it. Its kinda long and cryptic, sorry. I tried posting this a few hours ago but it never showed up on the poetry page so no one answered so this is take two. I hope you like the poem =] By the way, I'm 13.
Not Logical in the Way You Think
Oh how I miss you. I don't know why I have to do this but I do. You don't know where I am but I see you. You think I'm not talking to you but I am. We talk everyday but the conversation goes only one way. Maybe you reply and I don't see. Possibly I don't notice what you're saying. Though I am the only one, I believe. The only one who secretly shows feelings. You're life is too up-beat. Not logical enough in the way you think. I live in a way they wouldn't understand. Like the photo I took that makes me cry, though it never used to. Maybe you would cry too, not out loud but on the inside, and maybe then that means you read the messages. The unwritten messages that I send frequently. That no one els would get but you and me. Then everything goes back to reality. Your life is too upbeat, not logical in the way you think. You wouldn't cry like I do. You don't read and ponder and read again. The secret messages that I send. So once again I cry, without you knowing. Wishing you knew. All over again I try to tell you. Without actually telling you. Then conceive and say to myself. No. You're life is too upbeat, not logical in the way you think.
I wrote this poem today. I know what it means to me but I want to see how other people interpret it. Its kinda long and cryptic, sorry. I tried posting this a few hours ago but it never showed up on the poetry page so no one answered so this is take two. I hope you like the poem =] By the way, I'm 13.
Not Logical in the Way You Think
Oh how I miss you. I don't know why I have to do this but I do. You don't know where I am but I see you. You think I'm not talking to you but I am. We talk everyday but the conversation goes only one way. Maybe you reply and I don't see. Possibly I don't notice what you're saying. Though I am the only one, I believe. The only one who secretly shows feelings. You're life is too up-beat. Not logical enough in the way you think. I live in a way they wouldn't understand. Like the photo I took that makes me cry, though it never used to. Maybe you would cry too, not out loud but on the inside, and maybe then that means you read the messages. The unwritten messages that I send frequently. That no one els would get but you and me. Then everything goes back to reality. Your life is too upbeat, not logical in the way you think. You wouldn't cry like I do. You don't read and ponder and read again. The secret messages that I send. So once again I cry, without you knowing. Wishing you knew. All over again I try to tell you. Without actually telling you. Then conceive and say to myself. No. You're life is too upbeat, not logical in the way you think.