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Am I Really Over You?

Am I Really Over You?

A Poem by Beatles9322
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Written about Frankie. 3/15/11.

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Countless are the nights I spent

Shedding tears for a love that never was.

 

The emotional and psychological pain I felt

Was almost too great to hold deep inside.

 

The thought of being your girl after all of that turmoil

Is something I confront myself with daily.

 

After nearly two years of being convinced that we're soulmates,

I'm starting to see things a bit differently.

 

You see, I've found a new boy, Frankie.

His name is Joey and he smiles at me every day.

 

Joey talks to me and gently teases me

Whereas you constantly penetrated me with your eyes.

 

Which is a sign that I've captured a boy's fancy?

I'm almost certain I'll never know.

 

While it would be so easy to woo and snatch him up,

One question pulses throughout my mind, Frankie.

 

Am I really over you?

© 2011 Beatles9322


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They say old habits die hard, no matter if they're good for us- or not.

Posted 9 Years Ago


final line shows that you are still not over him, the poem flows good and true to its emotions...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hard to forget old needs and wants. It is good to find someone who in their eyes. You are there joy and life. We all need people to love us for who we are. A strong poem with a very good story. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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