Dan Brown

Rookie (20.02.1988 / Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, UK)

A Message


This is a message to say
I still cry every day.
I think of you,
What we went through.
I’m glad I couldn’t stay.

If you play with fire, you will get burnt.
You played with fire, I hope you’ve learnt.

This is a message to tell you
That I am hurting too.
I’m barely sane,
I feel the pain.
But I’m still getting through.

If you play with fire, you will get burnt.
You played with fire, I hope you’ve learnt.

This is a message to say
I’m finally out your way.
You didn’t want me
We could never agree.
But now, you see, you pay.

This is my message, please don’t cry,
This is my message saying goodbye.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011

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  • Rookie Mary Ali (5/16/2007 4:54:00 AM)

    Hi Dan, It's so beautiful. I feel that I can almost taste the pain. It's so deep and moving, a wonderful piece of poetry. Well done.
    Mary (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tamsin Burnett (2/21/2006 9:24:00 AM)

    how come your poems seem to be written about my feelings? ? i've never read a poem that sums them up so well. its so beautiful.xxx (Report) Reply

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