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Date Posted: 23:30:46 12/16/02 Mon
Im just getting started,
being broken hearted takes time,
I find,
the best of me
the rest of me
is standing outside your window,
requesting second chance,
refuting circumstance,
and watching loneliness
take my hand and lead me from you.
I gather in verse,curse,
and worse,
I hide my soul in intellect,
become circumspect,
when all you wanted was openess,
I regress,
become the brooding man,
you also loved,
but could never touch.
We have resolution,
cupped in the palm of our hands,
but my fingers spread,
letting us slip through,
what can I do?
my day is grey
without you,
but time and again,
i turn away from tenderness,
it brings tears unbidden,
is it truly forbidden
to feel?
You;ve taken your laughter
away from me now,
I see you crossing the road,
a million miles away from us,
no more wasted time,
for you love,
no more senseless dialogue,
for you love,
like the white picket fence,
we painted,
you've left me behind,
a shade in your past,
a moment remembered,
a lover tasted,
but in the end,
past.
Im just about finished,
being history takes time,
takes all my time,
and all I have,
is time.
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