August 17, 2003
I’m confused as to what was really true in the past; whether Caroline lied to me or not. I don’t know. You see, one of the last things she said to me was that every time she had said “I love you.”, she had never really meant it.
But, I don’t know how much truth there was to that. It leaves me wondering which was the lie.
Anyhow, back to the poem.
It’s an experimental style for me; pure rhythm. This poem can actually be done as a rap, which I may do later.
The title (Fen Xin) is meant to be read as part of the poem.
I engineered it a bit more than is originally apparent, though… its deceptivly simple.
When you read it through the first time, you’ll probably read it straight down like you read any other poem. And it makes sense that way. The rhyming and story fit.
However, try reading the 1st line in each paragraph, and then the 2nd, and so on. You’ll see it tells a much more complete story.
I did this on purpose; because the truth can be taken two ways.
Far too soon
Heart of ice