4,3,2,1 W poem :)

[stephofthenight]

Why am I still yours
when you don't even want me
Why do I still break
when you push me away
Why do I still hurt
when you don't feel a thing
Why do I still stay
when my mind screams run away!

When I listen to my mind
whispers of a broken heart
When I melt into your touch
whispers of a cold tomorrow
When I feel that I have lost you
whispers that you were never mine!

Where did this begin
when did I give in
Where will this end
when will my heart be whole again!

Waiting for you
will it ever end?

a 4,3,2,1 W poem is an excersise we used in HS not sure if its a formal type or anything you just do 4 lines each of the repeating first words than three than two than one, and they all have to start with the same letter- this one just kinda came out that way I guess. anyway hope you enjoy

[yuka]

I enjoyed. Interesting reading

[Maximilianus]

About the form: it's a form I hadn't seen before. Then again, I may not have seen enough. Seems to give space to develop the subject and that's good, I guess.

About the theme: at a first glance it sounded more than just familiar, but there's a chance that many people, in a way, go through equivalent experiences. I suppose we can often fall in the belief that we're part of a two-side story, when most likely the only side to the story is ours. We can often be prepared to surrender a limb for someone who surely wouldn't do it for us, because they are already doing it for someone else, no matter the value of such person, because nowadays value has no value at all and is therefore irrelevant to the subject, so what would "value" mean anyway? The point is bleeding and surrender, but for someone whose memory we hardly ever occupied, because their memory leaks, as they already have it full of memories related to other(s). What's more, if we really happen to have a place in any person's heart and mind, we just don't give a damn, because we already graded somebody with an A+ and it's rarely the same person who graded us with an A+. It doesn't matter whether the receiver of our A+ has ever earned it or not. The point is to dish out high grades in any given direction, because that's how we are supposed to behave. It's in our nature to disregard those who wouldn't disregard us; to walk away from them and hardly ever spare a thought or some attention unless unavoidable. It's in our nature to place high bets on those who wouldn't place high bets on us; on those who have always disregarded us. This is how everything works. This is the glorious sentiment called "love." So refreshing.

I enjoyed this poem immensely. It fed so much the will for wondering about so many things that I humbly give it an A+, if I can grade anything. Brilliantly composed, as always. Just an opinion.