Post by Skalu on May 29, 2004 9:10:02 GMT -5
I was searching of something on the net - something about poems - when I came across this, a poem by Beverley Thomas, called Elliot's lost love:
I sit here thinking about what might have been,
if all our futures could have been forseen,
I still love you Catherine that's plain to see,
but I know you don't feel the same for me.
You have a smile that spins my head,
but you probabley wish that I was dead,
I have a lust for power , money and greed,
and I understand now that's not you need.
I wanted to own you, possession was the deal,
I never really thought, how you would feel,
the chase for power was very, very strong,
you must have thought I was a complete moron.
Memories of you linger in my mind,
someone like you, again, I'll never fInd,
I will keep searching, my whole life through,
but Catherine, I keep comparing the women to you.
I must forget you or I'll go insane,
constantly, your voice goes through my brain,
"Elliot Burch" I hear you say,
"you're so self centred, just go away".
I heard you found someone new,
someone with the same ideals as you,
for you to be happy is important to me,
but that doesn't take away the jealousy.
I want you to remember that I sincerely do care,
I'll always be your friend no matter when or where,
If ever you need me, just give me a shout,
I have changed now, I've sorted my life out.
I'm no longer the bad boy in the crowd,
but on the rare occasion I can still be very loud,
so I send my love one last time,
remembering that once, you could have been mine.
What do you think of it?
I sit here thinking about what might have been,
if all our futures could have been forseen,
I still love you Catherine that's plain to see,
but I know you don't feel the same for me.
You have a smile that spins my head,
but you probabley wish that I was dead,
I have a lust for power , money and greed,
and I understand now that's not you need.
I wanted to own you, possession was the deal,
I never really thought, how you would feel,
the chase for power was very, very strong,
you must have thought I was a complete moron.
Memories of you linger in my mind,
someone like you, again, I'll never fInd,
I will keep searching, my whole life through,
but Catherine, I keep comparing the women to you.
I must forget you or I'll go insane,
constantly, your voice goes through my brain,
"Elliot Burch" I hear you say,
"you're so self centred, just go away".
I heard you found someone new,
someone with the same ideals as you,
for you to be happy is important to me,
but that doesn't take away the jealousy.
I want you to remember that I sincerely do care,
I'll always be your friend no matter when or where,
If ever you need me, just give me a shout,
I have changed now, I've sorted my life out.
I'm no longer the bad boy in the crowd,
but on the rare occasion I can still be very loud,
so I send my love one last time,
remembering that once, you could have been mine.
What do you think of it?