Tuesday, March 13, 2007 @7:14 PM
kevin, its not the song, its you.how can we have broken up without saying anything?you left me alone for 2weeks already, mind you!i thought you needed time alone...i didn't know you think we broke up.i feel like a fool this few weeks, waiting for you.One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.read the poem, please.i sound like it doesnt matter,but it does matter.it matters alot,for i have not lost mere keys,or a lover,but importantly,i've lost a friend,i've lost you.this is one of those times, you feel so alone, like there's no one there for you. you feel your insecurities overcoming you, that there is something enclosing you, keeping you away from everyone, or even crying out for help. you want a hug so badly but you don't know who to call. you want someone here for you, to tell you everything will be all right, and that he/she will always be there for you. you could lose yourself in his/her arms, and just want to stay there forever and ever.When We Two Parted
by George Gordon, Lord Byron When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well--
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.In secret we met--
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?--
With silence and tears.i miss you, oh so much.why did you have to leave, again?