Noir
08-21-2009, 11:18 AM
Hi guise, to put a very long story short my girlfriend and I have recently broken up, but we are still on good terms, I have thus taken it upon myself to win her back, the problem being I'm not overly imaginative.
Phase one includes meeting her at the Airport gate on Monday, howeer I've kinda had to guess what flight she is one so this could be a kinda expensive mistake, but if I dont try then there's no chance I'll s her there.
Anyways, upon meeting her I am to give her a poem to read on the plane. This is were I've hit my first major problem, writting the poem thing, thus far I have
Georgia,
Stood pensive in In the arrivals suit. *
Awaiting an Irish friend, for their first true meet. **
She was nervous, yet sure enough to give it a try,
As he, merely sixteen, clumsy and shy, came into sight
The sudden rush, a fright!
Feelings she couldn't subdue, with quick wit and a hastly hello, she retreated to the loo.
Those three short days live long in my mind. The tor, the chataux, the party and the kiss, will never wane with time.*
Though it was to be 4 months til we were reunited,*
*of calls kept me undaunted and excited.
Then came the forth, upon which rose my heart, for that was the day that we said never again shall we part.*
Georgia and Jonthan. Young, fun and dumb, now walked hand in hand, inseperable, intense and in love.*
Yet we could still not live as one, and went through a year of long distance pain, until you moved to the land of emerald green, kept clean by a steady flow of rain. And so began the greatest year of my life, yes ofcourse there were arguements and strif, but none so great as to break us down; within our love and caring the arguments were drowned.
Until one fatal day, by Liverpool dock. You only said "we're done".*
two words.*
two seconds.*
too painful to realise, instantly I had lost her smile, that laugh, and those eyes.*
But still there is hope, *all is not lost, for we are still friends, a friendship which I will keep at all costs. For I hope you will still be there for me, as I am for ya, whether your questions are serious and upseting, or just what way to shave sylvia.
And so this to must come to an end, not quite a story, nor a poem.*
Just an outpouring of my thoughts and feelings,*
sckeched onto a paper piece with occassional mispeelings.*
May you never forget how special you are to me, my one and only, my georgie porgie.*
With Love.*
Jonathan.*
xxx * **
There are a few 'in-jokes' in there for humour that may not make sense to ya's, however, I main query is if there are parts of it that are too cringeworthy to remain in there. Or if anyone has any othe ideas that could be added.
Also I'm not too worried about spelling mistakes or anyhing cus I am bound to make many when transphering this to paper.
(dunno were all the *'s came from, they are to be ignored)
Cheers for any help in advance.
Phase one includes meeting her at the Airport gate on Monday, howeer I've kinda had to guess what flight she is one so this could be a kinda expensive mistake, but if I dont try then there's no chance I'll s her there.
Anyways, upon meeting her I am to give her a poem to read on the plane. This is were I've hit my first major problem, writting the poem thing, thus far I have
Georgia,
Stood pensive in In the arrivals suit. *
Awaiting an Irish friend, for their first true meet. **
She was nervous, yet sure enough to give it a try,
As he, merely sixteen, clumsy and shy, came into sight
The sudden rush, a fright!
Feelings she couldn't subdue, with quick wit and a hastly hello, she retreated to the loo.
Those three short days live long in my mind. The tor, the chataux, the party and the kiss, will never wane with time.*
Though it was to be 4 months til we were reunited,*
*of calls kept me undaunted and excited.
Then came the forth, upon which rose my heart, for that was the day that we said never again shall we part.*
Georgia and Jonthan. Young, fun and dumb, now walked hand in hand, inseperable, intense and in love.*
Yet we could still not live as one, and went through a year of long distance pain, until you moved to the land of emerald green, kept clean by a steady flow of rain. And so began the greatest year of my life, yes ofcourse there were arguements and strif, but none so great as to break us down; within our love and caring the arguments were drowned.
Until one fatal day, by Liverpool dock. You only said "we're done".*
two words.*
two seconds.*
too painful to realise, instantly I had lost her smile, that laugh, and those eyes.*
But still there is hope, *all is not lost, for we are still friends, a friendship which I will keep at all costs. For I hope you will still be there for me, as I am for ya, whether your questions are serious and upseting, or just what way to shave sylvia.
And so this to must come to an end, not quite a story, nor a poem.*
Just an outpouring of my thoughts and feelings,*
sckeched onto a paper piece with occassional mispeelings.*
May you never forget how special you are to me, my one and only, my georgie porgie.*
With Love.*
Jonathan.*
xxx * **
There are a few 'in-jokes' in there for humour that may not make sense to ya's, however, I main query is if there are parts of it that are too cringeworthy to remain in there. Or if anyone has any othe ideas that could be added.
Also I'm not too worried about spelling mistakes or anyhing cus I am bound to make many when transphering this to paper.
(dunno were all the *'s came from, they are to be ignored)
Cheers for any help in advance.