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When I was but a young boy,
I had made a promise to myself.
A promise,
That I would not fall in love.
For I have seen
What "love" could do to a person.
It was like a disease
That nearly everyone had.
In the older kids, and Grown-ups alike,
The infection grew inside them.
They allowed "love" to take root in their hearts,
They allowed it to weaken them,
It always impaired their judgement of everything,
And limited their capability to do anything.
I had always drempt of being the closest thing
to a super-soldier that could be imagined in the present day.
And I knew that "love" could, and would
Destroy that dream of mine,
To win battles with no emotion clouding me,
And to not fear the constant call of death around me.
I could never understand
How they could stand such a thing... or why.
For years, I have managed to keep my promise,
For years, I let nobody get to me,
For years, I grew strong with no attatchment,
And for years, I was always isolated... always to myself.
During those years, everything was great,
But then it came to an abrupt stop.
And I met her,
And broke my promise.
We saw eachother at the same time,
She made me speak, and she became my friend.
A bond was forced on me with her, and it seemed to connect us somehow.
It was a very strong bond, that made me oblivious to what was going to happen.
I had denied I loved her,
For so long, so efficiently, so I could keep my promise,
But I had unknowingly already broken it,
And later admitted it.
I professed my love for her, and she unexpededly
Expressed hers for me, and I was the happiest I ever was.
But then we found out that we would be seperated,
And I feld the connection to my heart be severed.
Then I realized, when it was too late
That "love" took a place in me.
And it was coldly removed from my heart,
It had weakened me, and I was unrecoverable
But, through all of the pain,
And letting this virus infect me,
Through breaking my promise,
And never being able to recover from the blow...
I believe that it was all worth it, to get a chance to be with her,
And to be able to share "love" with someone who loved me back.
- by SidertickSword |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/12/2009 |
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- Title: Broken Promise
- Artist: SidertickSword
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Description:
main reason why i submitted this is to experiment with how people think about my work... just thought id state that.
this is a poem that i made a couple months ago... basically part of my "Life Story" and stuff... oh, and i KNOW that it doesnt rhyme... i do an "unusual" kind of poetry.
you can find this and a bunch of others in my journal... like it? comment.
dont really know what else to say... so... tell me what you think? - Date: 03/12/2009
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Novelia25 - 03/13/2009
- The words spoke for itself. You don't needs words that rhyme. That is just a formality of the structure of the words. The important thing is the emotion. I saw it. I felt it. I was consumed. That is the true essence of a writer. 5 out of 5. Bravo! I hope you don't give up on love. smile
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- Kechero-TheForsakenRose - 03/12/2009
- Hmmm Interesting...
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