You wanted more?
Well life's a bore.
I'm not sorry.
Just wanted to say, I don't hate you anymore.
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Damned is the man who abandons himself
damned is the man abusing trust
damned are we that judge and lust
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I watch, listen, intently, excitement brewing
All of life's little intricacies disappear,
...
Someway in the dark, who can say for sure? Eclipsing reason and strength, love bounded us together, step by forward step.
You laughed and I cried. We danced, searching for a thrill, accompanying the night.
Things change oh so slightly, I'm so highly likely, to regret the things I've done and said. Somewhere we should start recovering from the wounds of life. Looking for a little green bag, out of sight Doin' things my way.
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I need a funny friend,
I took advantage and you died.
Standing in your night,
hung you out to dry.
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Drifting in and out
Sometimes all about, the, life
Vanity myth you built today
Oh let the ashes fall
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I saw you standing over there
touching your skin as it laid bare
memories flooding my sweet side
feelings of hurt so I tried to abide
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Twice a day she called to say
she loved in such miraculous ways
Now my blood runs warm
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Do you love with your scarred heart?
I tried to take us back to the start...
Remember the feeling?
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Sometimes the rarest stones are deep and wide
neath' the chasm of the ocean's tide
And these boulders are so ingrained
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Now we travel to far away places,
heads aligned with all our paces.
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Down the river, from the sewer
clean as my love
tragic as my life
I found myself, lost myself
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Liars prevail, sadness explodes
nebulous and real
all the happy people suffer
controlled into oblivion
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There's a place in the hole
way deep down
across the street
under their bridge
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We Passed Eachother
You wanted more?
Well life's a bore.
I'm not sorry.
Just wanted to say, I don't hate you anymore.
You tried your best and it wasn't enough.
Death was calling but nobody answered.
We passed each other by on the street,
death smiled that uneasy wicked smile,
not today.
I was broken, beaten and scarred.
Bloody and toxic, raped of life.
Always my fault, always my doing, I can't complain.
Soul forged in a lake of fire.
Who knew such evil could give birth to such good?
I am an infant born anew every minute.
Hear you are moving to N.Y. Good luck, have a granddaughter near your age working in this area-for a while, thought maybe you might still be here. Maybe you could keep in touch once in a while, love to hear about N.Y. email address is: thomasandsuzan@hevanet.com -write more poetry! ! Susan
Hear you are moving to N.Y. GOOD LUCK, would you keep in touch at my email-thomasandsuzan@hevanet.com , Susan