it's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye
it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry
it's funny how forever never seems to last
it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past
it's funny how “friends” can just leave when you are down
it's funny how when you need someone they never are around
it's funny how people change and think they're so much better
it's funny how many lies are packed into one “love letter”
it's funny how one night can contain so much regret
it's funny how you can forgive but not forget
it's funny how ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all, is none of that’s funny to me
it's funny how good memories can start to make you cry
it's funny how forever never seems to last
it's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past
it's funny how “friends” can just leave when you are down
it's funny how when you need someone they never are around
it's funny how people change and think they're so much better
it's funny how many lies are packed into one “love letter”
it's funny how one night can contain so much regret
it's funny how you can forgive but not forget
it's funny how ironic life turns out to be
but the funniest part of all, is none of that’s funny to me
(Found at: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funny-but-not/ )
This poem made me sad. There’s some truth to it, most definitely… A good bit of truth! But… I don’t know, this just seems like something a woman would be screaming to her best friend after some man broke her heart as she threw away all his stuff. It wouldn’t rhyme in that situation, obviously, but the ideas in the stanzas would be the same ideas that she would end up raging about. The thing is, she wouldn’t stop at the raging… the next moment would be her losing steam, curling up on the floor, and crying. Hard. Because that’s what we do when we hurt—we get angry, and then we realize it’s more than anger. Sometimes it isn’t even really anger at all! We just hurt. And we don’t know what to do… And as I read the last line of this poem, I could almost see that moment where anger becomes tears... and to the floor she goes….
So.
Depressing.
And although this has nothing to do with that top paragraph, I figured I might as well throw in here that I really like the way the author rhymed the words. They aren’t obnoxious rhymes. They’re easy to read! And I like that. Sometimes reading rhyming poetry feels like an excersise. This one wasn’t that way, which, as depressing as it was, made it more enjoyable to read that it would have been if the rhymes were frustrating. So, there is a silver lining to this grey little cloud…
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