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Saturday, January 7, 2006

   poem
I had a dream last nite about Seto and Joey. It was really sweet. then i woke up at like 3:00 in the morning so'z i could get it down on paper. lookie:


"BABY, WE NEED TO TALK" by Kitty

He said those words,

“Baby, we need to talk.”

And he took me by the hand and led me on a thousand mile walk,

I don’t understand!

We were happy,

We were smitten,

Our love shined brighter than the sun,

I don’t know what I could have done,

To deserve those agonizing words,

Those atrocious, painful words,

I thought about what he said again,

As we went on that thousand mile walk,

“Baby, we need to talk.”

It felt like the end of my life,

Like a sharp, rusty, life-ending knife,

I more timid than a new born kitten,

We were in love, completely smitten,

What did I do wrong to deserve such horrifying, terrifying words.

We stopped,

I looked upon the knife,

The room that would end my life,

All over five simple but heart-wrenching words.

He opened the door and I stepped in to face my fate,

To save our relationship would be too late,

For I couldn’t speak.

He said those piercing, knife-like words again,

“Baby, we need to talk.”

He went over to the entrance and then shut door

I felt sick, I felt like dying,

For he was… smiling.

He took me by the hand once more,

And pulled an object out of his pocket.

I don’t understand!

What is going on?

The next thing he said made me want to faint…

It was, “Will you marry me?”

I was overcome with joy over this wish, this whim

He didn’t want to break up with me!

Now I can spend the rest of my life with him!

I guess those five words aren’t as horrifying now.



See? i think that was a very sweet dream i had...
btw, PM me or sign mah guestbook and tell me wut u think, its the first poem i've ever written that i actually like
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