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[sid] => 115064
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Pain of Remembrance
[time] => 2006-02-19 21:38:15
[hometext] => A soul remembered only in pain.
[bodytext] => I sit so tight; it’s past midnight, No light, no sight to purge my fright, Nor image bright for my delight, Instead, I might – I think I might, Just think of you, on such a stormy night. It’s like déjà vu, yet skies were blue, Last time the flowers bloomed, but now they gloom, Portray a doom, so soon, in tune to the sounds of regret. I fret; suspect that you have left, Gone and slipped trough my net, and yet, I cannot forget the nights we spent together. Regardless of the weather, making love on the leather, Your eyes sparkled and your beauty floated like a feather, Yes, I remember, that love so tender. Not you or I could render such bliss again, if not To return to such splendor Nothing could be better, ‘let her back’ I cry in pain, But all is done in vein; it could never be the same, Even if she came, the love has already been drained, No longer sustained; noting left doth remain, And so I sit here, drenched in pain and agony, Sitting still and so regretfully, All I do is ponder deeply, hoping you’ll come back to me, And turn back to a time so happily, Joyfully, wishfully picking roses unsuspectingly, Loving you, you loving me, Who am I to fool thee? I betrayed you then, I could do it again And so I stay and sit, Till sunset’s lit To rue another day, Where thoughts would only betray [comments] => 5 [counter] => 296 [topic] => 75 [informant] => frankcube [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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