you hide your heart
like your poetry
behind a critic's eye
you creep around
like a spy
okay, so you fucked up
maybe you're fucked up
maybe that's why
we don't talk anymore
I'm not sore with you
at all
I'm just not the man
you think I am
that's all
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This has such passion and honesty and it could be interpreted in a couple of ways,it could be about a woman but thats too straight forward for you i think,you could also be writing about yourself which is the interpretation i prefer,we dont talk anymore could be a reference to writers block,i`m just not the man you think i am could be a confrontation between the poet and the man,like you want to talk yourself out of being a writer/poet
thats my pathetic attempt at trying to understand this,
nice to read you on this form Wind
bye
rhet
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A stupid puzzle
Hey Rhet. This is one is a little more enigmatic than my usual stuff but it's not half as clever as you credit it with being. I do appreciate the feedback though. Forgive me if I don't explain it, it's really not worth the fuss. Thanks again. >W< -
A stupid puzzle
Hey Rhet. This is one is a little more enigmatic than my usual stuff but it's not half as clever as you credit it with being. I do appreciate the feedback though. Forgive me if I don't explain it, it's really not worth the fuss. Thanks again. >W<
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