You're not worth my time...

[.::.:Danni Girl:.::.]

You're Not Worth My Time...

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I remember it as though it was yesterday,
I looked into your eyes, you looked into mine.
You told me you loved me... I said the same, but the feeling wasn't real... It didn't last

It only took three months, for you to decide against all you said.
You came back with a, 'I'm not ready' And I replied with a 'Whatever..'
Then the line came, one everyone regrets, the 'Can we still be friends'
It crushed me, my heart shattered.

Then, not even a week later, you treat me like I'm diseased,
avoiding me at all costs.
I try to fight back tears, I thought we could be friends,
but that only works if two people are willing to try.
Your words were so hostile, nothing compared to what they used to be...
You used to care, and think about me;
Now you don't, you think no more, and do nothing but hurt
All the time.
The pain that you caused to run through my heart and head was so much.

Now its over, and I no longer care about you.
The only thing I hold to my heart is this,
A woman can recieve more then a physical slap, there is also an emotional one.
You're not worth my time any longer.
Good Bye.[/center]

Danni Ann

[Lulu Chaos]

In that poem, I see a struggle of young love that brought me back to when I lost my first and had my first heart break. The thorn of a rose always hurts most the first time it pricks you... But it's all how you grow from that pain. Will you allow yourself to be pricked again? Will you allow yourself to bleed as long as you did? Or will you learn from that one time prick and avoid standing there with a deep wound, waiting for the salt of the air to cause it more pain?

I think the piece is wonderful, and I love how you ended it with such courage. It does take a lot to say good-bye.. and it takes even more to really walk away.

[.::.:Danni Girl:.::.]

I find that really really /really/ funny seeing as I wrote it at two in the morning... I was all alone and was like, I'm pissed off right now, so I'll right a poem about why I'm pissed off...

[Lulu Chaos]

The best poems come out of solitary thought.. I mean look at Emily Dickinson, she wrote her best works from her small cabin of solitude.

AND ANOTHER THING

Emotions are the soul of each poem.. they are the very source of them, causing the reader to be drawn in and get a connection with the writer. If there is no emotion, no passion in the words and lines you write. Then there will be no connection into your heart.

[.::.:Danni Girl:.::.]

I suppose, but still two in the morning!