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Post by Dark_Avenger on Sept 8, 2003 22:12:03 GMT -5
Because I had nothing else to do.
Each day for little time, I spoke to you, And though I said little, I never knew how Wonderful it was. One day, you even asked me Who I had feelings for. I answered you, "no one," And I felt I was truthful. Now, for two weeks I am without you. One short day has passed, Yet it dragged on. I did not realize before I was deprived of your company That what got me up each morning was Knowing that you would be there, That I'd have someone to talk to. I realize all of this only now, And it makes me wonder If I know even myself, And when I said "no one," Did I really tell the truth?
I just had to get that out of my mind. Ridicule it all you want, it isn't even a poem, really.
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Post by Dark_Avenger on Sept 8, 2003 22:35:58 GMT -5
There's truth. It isn't about any problem I've mentioned here, to my knowledge. I've posed myself with the question, Are my emotions so buried that even I don't know what they are?
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Post by negativenine on Sept 8, 2003 22:47:35 GMT -5
That's a lovely poem. I can completely relate. Exactly. Have you been stealing my soul and writing poems about the random stuff floating around there? You've done a better job of putting it into words than I ever could have done. Thanks. It's great!
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Post by Indistinguishable Blob on Sept 8, 2003 23:11:05 GMT -5
I love it! It's great! I too am really looking forward to reading more of your random thoughts/observations.
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Post by BSam on Sept 10, 2003 23:17:06 GMT -5
wow...thta's amazing...
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Post by pennyroyal on Sept 11, 2003 0:11:17 GMT -5
really, really good, alex.
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Post by Shaffuru! on Sept 11, 2003 6:51:34 GMT -5
Yes, me like.
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Post by Fancy on Sept 14, 2003 17:59:35 GMT -5
That's a sweet poem
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