© 2005 Priyan “Phoenix” Meewella
A poem about the danger of “falling” for the wrong girl.
It appears that there has been some misconception about this particular poem. Much as I hate to explain them in any detail (it detracts from their universal application) there is no animosity: there’s a world of difference between an “if” and a “when”. Instead it merely shows the power such people have over us, but perhaps it is a power they only have because we give it to them when we build them up too high.
24 August 2007 at 9:46 pm
It’s alwais a power we give then.
That’s why we pass from love to hate so
fast, in fact we are hating ourselves for let someone make us such bad.