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Post by Angelamongsociety on May 18, 2006 5:35:42 GMT -6
Thinking about the words you have said and about your eyes that see past all of my lies.
Trying to be brave and strong as I hear you talk about her, imagining she isn't real.
Listening to what you say as you tell me who you truely love, it's not her you want, but me.
Wishing one day you will wake up and see just how much more I can give, how different I have become.
Wandering if things will ever change and go back to normal, or if you will stay the same way.
Knowing you weren't always like this, but knowing that I am who has made you like that.
Sitting here, trying to remember where it all went wrong and how we can do this to each other.
Pushing back the tears and all the fears that I have hidden deep within my heart.
Wanting you so much right now... more than I have anything else.
Feeling so stupid and useless, knowing there is nothing to do to make you come back.
Wishing and willing to do anything for just one more day when nothing stood in our way.
Remembering your arms that use to hold me and your lips that use to speak to me so softly.
Knowing I still have you, but something just isn't the same.
Something is missing, something isn't right, something isn't supose to be here.
Screaming out for some peace and sanity and getting nothing but more pain.
This love is a dangerous game.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on May 18, 2006 16:08:27 GMT -6
"Trying to be brave and strong as I hear you talk about her, imagining she isn't real." I like that thought of pretending the 'other girl' isn't real. It's so true... "Wandering if things will ever change..." I think you meant 'wondering.' "Wishing and willing to do anything for just one more day when nothing stood in our way." That line there brings up emotions to me. I've found myself thinking like that before about a person. This is not bad. It seems like something other than a poem though, like maybe almost like a simple kind of story. Maybe that's just something I'm thinking though...
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Post by Laura on May 19, 2006 10:21:37 GMT -6
"Something is missing, something isn't right"
--I think this has potential to start something on its own. The poem itself seemed a little mashed together ... but with time and work, it could be made into something nice.
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