Being a Poet
I’m Sorry…
I wouldn’t initiate or drop heavy hints for you to do things for me anymore
I realised that I can’t compensate the true feeling of having someone doing something spontaneous for you
I can’t make you my perfect man
I realised I have to accept you for who you are…sorry for the whining
From now on, we’ll be care free without any worries about hurting each other’s feelings for there will be no expectation on how the other partner wants to be treated
From now on, we each become the owner’s of our own life and no one can tell us what to or not to do
For all you know, we won’t make the distance and we should try and be happy now
I’m sorry…
March 25th, 2005 at 7:51 am
u jus tryin to b a poet or are u in some trouble??? ya ok ? ? the poet u wrote is kinda m… depressing…
March 25th, 2005 at 6:31 pm
I’m trying to be a bit of both, actually. Trying to express my feelings while helping me deal with what is going on in life.
I am depressed that’s why it reflects in the poem. You have your highs and lows but I guess this is how I deal with mine.
March 27th, 2005 at 5:09 am
high I.Q/E.Q Ppl do tat… donno how to express meself like tat… not enuff ‘LEVEL’. hopefully i’ll see ur poets more often.. but hope u cheer up yeah. therez always friends for u to lend their arms n shoulders *well, some virtually, but hopefully it helps*
March 27th, 2005 at 3:23 pm
I don’t have a high IQ but I would like to believe that I have a high EQ. When I was younger, I used to write poems or prose all the time cos I was free to express whatever I wanted without people knowing what I actually meant.
As soon as the problem came, it went away just as quickly. At least I know that if I have any problems, you’ll lend me your “arms n shoulders n ears”, hopefully….right?
March 29th, 2005 at 8:38 am
=D glad ta be of service. but then, itz a gud thing tat problems don stick wif u long enuff to make u miserable to tell me. don ya think ???
=D
March 31st, 2005 at 3:17 am
I always put on a happy face but deep down inside, I do have problems but I don’t let it get the better of me.
Sometimes, I just think that there’s enough pain in the world and I shouldn’t inflict more pain on others by drowning them with my sorrow…but then, there are times I just have to pour out so that I can take more in.