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Array ( [sid] => 132466 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Being The Last First, First [time] => 2007-03-07 08:16:26 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The hands of time
Slowly move in their circular motion
As they creep along their numbered road
Our time slowly comes to an end
And we must leave our land
Of happiness and serenity
Returning to the real world
In all of its chaos and cruelty
Returning to our loneliness
Putting us in our state of suffering,
I just want this to end
I want to break all the clocks
Stop their hands from moving
So that we can stay here
Within this moment forever
Never waking from our dream
Never leaving each other’s side
For I want to be your last first true love
And your first loving forever

-Channing- [comments] => 0 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Channing [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )

Being The Last First, First

Contributed by Channing on Wednesday, 7th March 2007 @ 08:16:26 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

The hands of time
Slowly move in their circular motion
As they creep along their numbered road
Our time slowly comes to an end
And we must leave our land
Of happiness and serenity
Returning to the real world
In all of its chaos and cruelty
Returning to our loneliness
Putting us in our state of suffering,
I just want this to end
I want to break all the clocks
Stop their hands from moving
So that we can stay here
Within this moment forever
Never waking from our dream
Never leaving each other’s side
For I want to be your last first true love
And your first loving forever

-Channing-

Copyright Â© Channing ... [ 2007-03-07 08:16:26]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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