I realize I probably should just leave this alone. And I realize you will probably never see this, but I am compelled to reply. I think, in reading this, all you saw was an attack. Though this is partly true, I think you missed the real point. I began writing this out of anger, hence the attack. As a human being I am allowed to be angry, if I do so recall. However, if you really paid attention, the poem takes a drastic turn towards calm and forgiveness. Maybe you missed that part. Perhaps I am a "sick and sad little puppy" as you so eloquently put it, but I am still entitled to my own opinion. I wasn't making any prejudgements, merely working out my anger through writing. I honestly don't think I have to ask anyone's permission to do that.
You don't, and I thought it was a very emotional poem. Call me soon! which makes me think... I have a strange number on my caller ID, off to find out who's calling me!
chris dear, i cant call you. its long distance and stuff and i still dont have a cell phone. hopefully i will soon. but otherwise my parents phone number is 5028689769. love ya!!
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i saw my name.. felt like i needed to comment...
soooooooooooooooooo.....
now I'm nauseous and i reckon its fuckin time for bed.
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