I liked the idea of you.
You ruined my idea of you.
I had a romantisized idea of you.
When I got to know you,
I was shocked.
What I thought you were, you weren’t.
But, what I thought you were,
Was me.
And that shouldn’t have shocked.
I’ve come to know,
That it’s impossible.
Impossible for me to like anyone,
But of course,
Myself.
it's always tough to form an idea of someone as somebody that they're not. good write. love always lindsay
To me thats impossible.....nice poem i like it its different
Well, that's certainly your business as to how you feel about yourself. Previously stated, I mentioned that you should get to know you. However maybe you are actually happy disliking yourself and others. You are entitled to your opinion afterall. Good poem--Melvina---
And that shouldn’t have shocked. I’ve come to know, That it’s impossible. Impossible for me to like anyone, But of course, Myself not a big critic or, but one I can say you are talented with back of nice power to write make us to feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awesome very deep keep writing and ull keep getting better