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Date Posted: 08:26:10 07/08/01 Sun
Author: Shannon
Subject: poetry

No bed again for me last night
And another day is breaking
The words that I had written
Were not meant as they were taken

The board was a bad idea
Should have just stuck to email
Where poetry, when compared
To voice does pale

I didn't write that poem as my wish
I was only showing my pain
Thinking I wanted that kind of ever after
He misinterpreted again

So I guess it's really over
And he's gone and flown
And yes, it does too matter
I can never now atone

He told me all I did was take
I just wanted to be free to live
He was restless and impatient, don't blame
Him for not waiting until I could give

But I will not take all the blame
Only that which is mine
I will take responsibility
Only for my own crime

Never reached the opportunity
Never really got the chance
Never got to experience
The swaying of his slow dance

We both got so out of hand
For lack of compassion and gentle touch
I have never loved anyone
Even one-sixteenth as much

But now I must stand and trudge on
No matter the throbbing pain I feel
Got to find a way to keep on going
To make my other dream real

No matter what I'm doing
No matter where I go
I'll clasp to my heart his memory
Where his warm wind still blows

And the next poem that I write
Beneath another lost and lonely tree
It may be about him, yes,
But it will be for the sake of poetry.

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Re: poetry -- angel, 14:37:33 07/08/01 Sun