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Masked Fake (R-1)
Miss Heartbreak surveyed the thick dark;
She knew he would never come.
The window echoed his meaningless remark:
You are the butterflies of my heart, my Love,
I promise pain will never cloak your angelic face again.
You are, no doubt, my precious gift from above, the best that Heaven could give.
What was this disguise,
Masked Fake?
Lies.
Without one regret or hope for the past she closes him out.
The window snaps shut;
Pain and tears out, Joy and laughter in.
But, if she's so sure, what is this unshakable doubt?
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Comment by: - 2008-07-08 19:22
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| I enjoyed this poem, particularly the first stanza. I feel, though, like the doubt mentioned at the end doesn't tell the reader much. It's a little... abstract. Perhaps a little concrete imagery? Something to tell us what the doubt feels like or refers to? |
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| Very beautiful in its message, and the insecurity at the end is so true when we try to figure out men, great read. |
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| quality comment on the beginning of love.. |
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Promises, promises men make and they usually are masked fakes. I've had many of those foolish promises, but I can attest to one thing there is one in a million of men that can actually keep the promises he makes.
After my relationships, I closed all men out and was afraid to accept even the kindest man in my heart. I met my husband in the most adverse way...we are married and I always tell him he roars like a lion, has the heart of lion, but is as meek as the lamb when I am beside him.
I enjoyed your write girl.
Love CaramlelCandy |
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| Really creative, I like the title, Really good ~ Sarah |
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