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[title] => The Room
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[bodytext] => This was a class assignment I thought I should share with the site... It's both true and faulse... Spoiler: Like how the faded girl is my GF in past tense... She use to live far away but now were together.... Read my poem titled "My One and My Only" for how we came to be apart and read the under story of my poem titled "Happy Anniversary" to learn why why I use to talk about her as "Not Here".... ----------------------------------------------- As I sit in my room I am cold and alone I'm searching through my mind To find my way back home I am without thought I don't know who I am I then start to wonder If anyone can There are doors in my room That lead to another Some of them were chosen To help me remember There are three doors of gold And a door made of chrome I'm guessing that one Will help me find my way home But before I return I thought I'd take a look Through the doors of the past Written down in a book Behind the first door Is and image of a girl With glowing red hair And eyes with a light blue twirl Could this be the girl That I had once called my own The one I would kiss Whenever we are alone I didn't seem to know her She could of known me But for all I know She didn't want to know me So I closed the door And move onto the next I opened the door And I hoped for the best A reflection of a girl Was faded and dark Could this be the girl The may have torn me apart Or does the fading design Represent she's not there Could this be the girl That I had but wasn't here I still don't remember So I thought I'd move on As I think to myself Where has my life gone I opened the door But this time I felt sad Cause the mirror inside Reflects what I have I have nothing The mirror reflects me All that I have But there is nothing to see I'm ready to go Even though I'm alone I still don't recall But it's time to go home As I pass through the door The room starts to fade As I awake in the night Somewhat afraid Afraid that I was No one important Had no one to love I was forgotten But then I remember Who I am, what I was And what that room had meant I was there just because I'm in love with a girl Who was never even there But how could I love her If it was like loving air I am also in love With a girl close to home But no matter who I love I'll always be alone [comments] => 1 [counter] => 175 [topic] => 48 [informant] => DoubleS [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 21 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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