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[aid] => mick
[title] => illusions
[time] => 2002-09-30 08:20:00
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[bodytext] => looking into the mirror
seeing my own eyes... frustrated feeling like i'm incarcerated within the confines of my own imagination watching the world that surrounds me disperse and i'm finally set free was i blind and now i can see? why did i let you get away with coming over every other night even when you and your girl had a fight listening to you tell me how good I am when I’m no better than a one, two maybe three night stand convincing myself that it was satisfaction blinded by my own desperation and the instant gratification of your shallow conversations creating an image of a reality more fiction than a first grade illustration, depiction of a life hiding in the shadows what I wanted to be love was nothing more than a figment of my vivid imagination. What was I thinking Hoping that time would change you Thinking about you Every time I heard a love song on the radio Knowing that we were only putting a show Wondering why we couldn’t have a happy home… Oh my …. Maybe cuz you already have one? While I’m sitting at home.. Waiting by the phone Getting in my bed… alone You’re out sharing the life Smiling the smile that was suppose to be mine?????? Now I’m standing on the sidelines Or I’m just the “girl on the side” When did I go from wifey To…. Well now I can see Things are still the same Nothing changes Only my well painted illusions. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 229 [topic] => 31 [informant] => charli [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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