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[title] => A Waste of Loving You
[time] => 2006-10-25 07:22:15
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[bodytext] => The way I feel about you can only be explained with my eyes I think about you day and night As the stars settle and the sunrise tries- to break through the gloom which has become my ever so cold life In keeping with traditions I will stay back and let this play itself out In respecting your decisions I choose to wait for the moment never to come So, I am left breathing in stale air and windy gushes of everyone else’s love The dreams that force themselves into my mind when control has dwindled Entitled I am to nothing more prolific then multiples of singles As the wrinkles encircle an old face I become too shy and bashful to mingle I am left wondering why The pouring has been stifled and rendered a mere trickle A memory of you and another has become vastly instrumental Crucial in my adaptation of events meant never to strangle Tangled and stretched, the beads of sweat fall off my forehead As I am left panting and pounding on the door for your entrance In its entirety, I am left defenseless Against the opposing forces Occupying demented Out of resentment In and around all that was mentioned A pretentious fantasy Of you and me Has ended It has been proven A fallacy Of immobility As tranquility is suspended Upended and commended With speeds beyond the sight of sound Cemented into the ground Fingers twirl around and around Until legs get tired of sitting And fall effortlessly Stuck to the roots A glue and wood-floor compound Meant to confound And confuse Even the most of intelligent minds Ingenious crimes Perpetrated Then reverberated Into my kind of miserable times You were my once in a lifetime find In a haystack of pins and needled pines Extremely sensitive to the harsh climate of the tumultuous climb Sharply extended was this love of mine ___________ _______________ [comments] => 4 [counter] => 342 [topic] => 43 [informant] => mangos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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