Angie, my dear Angie,1
How I've love you, love the thoughts of my fingers running through your scarlet meets raven hair. I love how it always flows over your dragon jade eyes. The sweet taste of your full ruby lips. Your snow white skin that echos the softness of your soul.2
I love your nearly perfect figure, an am obsessed with all your, so called, imperfections. That nothing of a belly, you call fat, The little lines that surrounds your eyes as you laugh. Even that cute little bust, that I always gave you such a hard time about.3
I love everything about you. Everything that is you and, yet, I know I never tell you enough. Today, you asked why I've never written you a love letter. "Why don't you just say it?" With these words my mind jumped back. It went through the first night I made love. It went back to my first kiss, and past my first love. It went beyond my first crush. It went back to a little child, back to me. In to a small school room, but not in a school. There was a cross on the wall. My first day at Sunday school, I almost forgot and that's where my mind stopped.4
I remember the light in my teachers eyes. I remember the pride of my first project. The thrill of my ride home. How mother smiled at me "I'm sure your father will love it." I remember wishing I could fly home.5
"Daddy, daddy I'm home. I got something for you." His chair was reclined back, and I knew better then to jump in his lap. Especially on days like that one. He sat down his bottle, got up, and walked towards me.6
Towering over me he ripped, the paper I held out, out of my hand. Then with a sneer he read it aloud.7
ROSES ARE RED,8
VIOLETS ARE BLUE,9
JESUS LOVES YOU,10
AND I DO TOO.11
-Too Daddy.12
I faced him as he ripped my dreams and heart in two. "What is this rubbish? Martha, I don't want our son filled with this crap. We're pulling him out of that school." 13
"Why don't you ever tell me how you feel?" echos through my head as I look across this pill covered bed. Angie, your the best thing I've ever known. You deserve to know that. You deserve to know I love you.14
This world is fading away, I can't hardly write anymore, I just wish I had the years of experience to truly express how I feel, but so you know.15
ROSES ARE RED......16
Author notes
This is a way for me to show that a true poet is someone who's writting come from there heart of hearts, not how much experance they have or how catchy there poems are.
What did you think? Please comment!
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Well as I said, but so everyine else knows too. No Angie isn't real, just another mde up dream girl. Thank you so much for the help with me typeos. I hope you'll defently check out more. Always Jc
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OUCH! I wonder how many people have gone through a similar situation. Whether this is fictional or not, this story is a truthful occurance, and events that happen in a child's life, can and will haunt them forever. This was truly amazing. Ready for my observations, my friend?
'Ever thing that is you' - Should that be every?
'with a snare he read it aloud' - Should this be sneer?
'What is this rubbish.' - Needs a ?
I truly thought this was an amazing piece, expecially the way you ended it with 'roses are red'. I got two messages from this write. This first as in your author's comments, but the second being about how delicate children are, and how events of childhood stay with us forever. Oh, and excellent description of "Angie". Is she real?
Take Care,
Christine
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I like this, aside from the typos. I noticed a few here and there.
It is a good story, but a little choatic in the telling.
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WOW! You have major talent I am speechless. Great write, I saw the title and feel in love at first sight and HAD to read this, and I am so glad I did. Great imagery, and meaning, and I liked the points you were got to get across. Great job, and keep writing, wouldn’t want the world to collapse without your brilliant mind! Best of wishes and great great job!!!!!!!!!!
Don't worry, I overlooked the errors, though they're were a few I won't mention them because the story was so so great! I'm not good at editing anyways, hehe it could be perfect and I'm just stupid. Anyways, great story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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wow. to have been hurt so deeply as a child and grow up to be deathly afraid of being vulnerable again is something too many people can relate too strongly with. i don't understand why you ever doubted the merits of this story, it almost made me cry. so well done, touching and heartfelt and meaningful and all that good stuff, awesome, really, i'm in awe of you.
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you made a great point with one! There's no such thing as bad poetry as long its from the heart - art is an expression -
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hey thanks, nice to see you here. Thanks alot, I like this story but wasn't sure about it. so thank you
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This was incredible! The emotions run rampant all over the page. There is so much heart in this, you can see into the very soul. As I read this so many things were running through my mind and wow is all I can say!! Keep writing these deep heartfelt pieces and you'll go far! You know just what to write and how to express yourself so that you get everything across to the reader. This was so beautiful!
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A very sad story, but very touching and very heartfelt. I could totally see this little, hopeful boy, and the father who ripped his dreams apart. Even though it isn't a poem, it flows at least as nicely as most poems do. Congratulations.
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Hey thanks for the comment, yeah this is more short story form, but I wanted tp see what people think about it. Thank you.
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I agree with the previous comment. This WAS truly amazing. It's not a poem, but it's poetic all the same. Sad, but still there's a freedom in finally expressing something as fundamental as love.
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hey thanks, I wan't to sure about this one...
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A VERY HEARTFELT POEM :f
Wow this was very heartfelt. I have a lump in my throsat as I picture this little boy. I can't say anything but amazing, sad and beautiful. Take care, Sandy
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