~It was midnight, and she said she had to leave, he understood but wouldn't admit, rolling over to face the dark.
~It was midnight and she asked where he'd been, he understood, but wouldn't admit, and turned away to face the dark.
~It was midnight when he realized that it was in the dark that he felt safe, loved, purposed. He understood but couldn't admit so strode off, smile-less into the day.
~dragonpoe 4/15/08
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By the way, I see that you used repeatition in this poem, which is very unusual for you. ;) But I think it made it feel almost like a song.
Nice job!
-- Edited by kutipi2 at 11:44, 2008-04-19
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