That's one of the most lovely pieces I've read in a long time... If that would have been posted to deviantART I'd put it into my favourite gallery immediately. heart
Speaking of deviantART, I posted this poem there and think I want to share it here, too. So, here it goes. I think it doesn't fit too bad with the already posted poem. It's titled:
Why?
Every day, in and out, I come up with things I want to tell people
I think about them all the way, once or twice or tripple
About what to tell them, how to tell them, all the things
About the choosen words, when to tell them, the timings
You see, I'm no native english speaker, and this might be the reason
Some things don't come along like intended and are considered treason
I often have a hard time to express clearly what I want or mean
And people still think I'm ignoring what they say, trying to be mean
Thought that had never been my intention, but I lose friend after friend
The thing I least wanted ever seems to become a trend
It's even hard to excuse and try to clear things up when you are told
That they don't want to argue about it, you start feeling old
Sometimes it's itching that hard that one is stunt, not being able to respond
and you feel like you'd be better off drowning in the pond
Starting a friendship isn't easy in any way, no matter of language
but when the this additional barrier joins in it's a real b***h
Finding out what you want to say is hard enough in your own tongue
but assuming that others look up the right words quickly is just wrong
having to hurry with ones respond because the other part has to leave
isn't helping neither and gets you riven by grief
I'm writing this down in the hope that some will understand
that I am at least looking for a friendship that won't quickly end
Some things seem to go to fast and I don't want to deny
All I want to know is just, complete stopping, why?
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