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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Spectre
[time] => 2003-01-18 11:30:00
[hometext] => This is a poem I wrote many years ago after a rough break-up.
[bodytext] => I thought I had rid myself of you.
You are but a ghost to me now. Yet, you are not transparent, and your words still resonate. Your touch still bears a mark. My hopes of never seeing you again... Crushed... Like every other dream I've had. Your hatred has stagnated Within your soul. But that stagnant, arid heart Taught me how to trully love. I am in awe of you the same way a deer is in awe of his hunter, Or a weakling in awe of his enemy. Until you slay me, I will love you. If only to spite you. I'm glad you broke my heart Because the person who helped to mend it, is real. He is not a ghost. His heart is transparent to my understanding, His words rush through my mind as a cool breeze. His touch only bears a mark on my heart. My hopes are now being acheived, because this man trully loves me. He has taught me to love anew. He defended me from my own stagnant heart. He found me becasue I was not looking for him. I hope you can find someone Who can replenish your soul Who can bring life back to your heart. For as far as I can tell, You are still a ghost, Despite the air you breathe, or the ground you may tread on. You are but a ghost, And ghosts are only real to those who believe. And I stopped believing long ago. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 6 [informant] => Logaphasia [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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