a poem written about a friend that i cant get away from, yet would never, ever want to anyway..

this is version 2.0. other version was to disjointed.
sorry if you're reading this again and it sounds the same


A puppet in love

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Ever since I saw you first, you simply wont stay gone
I sat through every oneday night
I put up with you twice a week
I was forced to work opposing you
So nervous i couldnt speak.

And recently! im sure you laughed!
Hanging around when i was bored
Dont you have any manners? did you perhaps think
Maybe i like being lonely and sore!
you blab about all but the kitchen sink.

Hey, wait a second, where are you off too?
Bed, this early?
Its barely ten thirty!
I can put up with you a tiny bit longer
Right, have a goodnight, dont come back ya hear?
(yeah right).

Why do you want my email? What use is it?
So you can bug me more?
You miss me?.......
....... Um, i guess i shall deal with you for a bit
Hey, its something to do when im bored im sure

Awright fine! I love you! I always have! I always will!
But you dont know (well, you might guess)
Even if you love me (in a case thats best)
I would never know, you're too classy for that.
So i sit and i talk, its all i can do, i'll wait here still..

Why must I be tourtured like this! Why me?
Too many coincidences!
There has got to be someone pulling the strings.
Too many inferences
For me to be sure what it means
But the puppet is not happy!
The puppet wants not what he gets!
Girl of my dreams
Just out of reach
The circumstances just aren't right...


yet...



Poetry by Joe Fern
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Written on 2007-09-03 at 04:32

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Inchworm
Chilling. Honestly your grasp of angst is so crisp and clear- it's like staring into a cold, clear stream- you see reflections of what you think you know, but it's also distorted with new viewpoints, new facets that you hadn't thought were there.
I love this poem.
2007-09-09


Kathy Lockhart
i love the last word. It opens the door to possibilites. This is a very clever way of presenting your battle within yourself of what is love and what's not. You finally admit it and then you think you're not worthy. but, still the word 'yet' leaves the possibilities open. : )
2007-09-05