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Topic: Meant to B
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MysticMelody
Knowflake Posts: 1726
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Registered: Dec 2005
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posted March 17, 2007 10:55 PM
 
Drowning
in chick flick
emotion
what was
what is
what might have been
my child
my heart
my bad decisionA circular struggle
staged for my dark
enjoyment
I wouldn’t
change a thing,
my daughter
is perfect the one who is meant
to be
my child
A choice made long ago
Before
these roles
A decision
Predestined My mind will toy with
what is
what was
my choice in a husband
My mind will toy with
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lotusheartone
Knowflake Posts: 9718
From: piopolis, quebec canada
Registered: Jul 2005
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posted March 21, 2007 05:16 PM
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MysticMelody
Knowflake Posts: 1726
From:
Registered: Dec 2005
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posted March 24, 2007 01:14 AM
(That was my "rhyming" poem for class, this is my metaphor poem.)
Fear wears a costume
A child
on a chilly fall evening
Pretends to be
A powerful magician
A superhero
Or a villain
He doesn’t need you
To hold his hand
But his world is ominous
He jumps at every shadow
Starts at the natural sound
of a dog barking
or a car starting He would run
Into the road
To escape So, love holds his hand
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