Well its funny how you can stumble across your work…NEVER POST YOUR STUFF ON THE INTERNET….yeah and I hope that chubby white dude had a copyright cause this one is mine and I wrote it when I was 16. That is the worst fucking slap in the face ever. I’m a romantic poet. I wrote this over ten years ago for my g/f that lived on the other side of the world. She was always crying cause we couldn’t be together…Freaking pisses me off. But hey, I know I wrote it. It’s just the worst feeling in the world to be afraid to publish your stuff and of the very few poems you post on the net they mangle it, screw it up, and take credit for it. Gotta love that. You write your heart out and this shit happens. AND FYI you’re all wrong. The poem is by CM Robbins. This is the original stanza…the telephone game added the conceived in your heart and mangled the rest. My style of writing goes against all the rules and I’ve always gotten crap for it.
Please do not cry my dear
Our love is the rock that no weathered force can alter.
For I wish that I were one of your tears;
To be born in your eye,
Live on your cheek,
And die at your lips.