16 March 2012

Not All Poetry Rhymes

I've had a couple of poems written for me before, or about me I should say. The idea of poetry is sweet and romantic.
The other day I got my first *real* poem. And it confused me, made me emotional, turned me upside down, put me back to square one. Should a poem change anything/everything?
I miss Him. I want the poem to change things... Surely it means something... Sigh.

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