I thought it was nice
Not great
Not perfect
Not extraordinary
Just nice
Being loved by you was nice
Being a part of your world was nice
Though the tears you caused
Ruined my experience
I want to say our time together
Was one for the books
But the book was burned
In a fire of deceit
Its pages burned away
By your words filled with gasoline
But you can’t start a fire without a match
And our memories weren’t one to be remembered
So, I took the match and lit it
I watched my love for you burn in the flames of hate
I may have caused the fire
But you accelerated it
Though the books were badly damaged
Pieces still remained
So, I took those pieces and sent them to you
Because if anyone should be reminded of what we have
It should be the person who destroyed it
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Author:
Ariana Briggs (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Please comment how you feel about this poem..I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it so your opinions about it will help alot!
- Category: Love
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There is a lot of emotion in your poem, Ariana, and you do write well.
There is only one thing that is not quite clear to me (maybe I am just too dense!): You start out by saying that it was "nice", but end up with "hate". Nice is not burning love. What I mean is that the reaction to the 'betrayal' is out of proportion to the beginning. I don't mean to criticize, this is just my impression.
Your criticism is definitely appreciated! It helps me to become a better poet...but I do understand where you come from, and in the poem I meant to symbolize that because of the actions of the one I loved that our relationship to me is just nice. It started out beautiful but because of his actions, it is just nice.
Thank you for the explanation. I now get it! As my wife so aptly says, sometimes I am a little bit slow. Could be my age though! 🙂
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