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Array ( [sid] => 6682 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Fire And Smoke [time] => 2002-11-14 18:30:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => He drives me mad; he drives me mad - I don't mean this as a joke.
It's fair to say, I rue the day that I first met this bloke.

At the time we were introduced, I thought he seemed quite nice;
I'm a lousy judge of character, bad at spotting lies.

I didn't see he'd adopted me as mother number two,
So I listened to his troubles, as anyone would do.

The suicidal secrets, lost love and self-abuse,
Meant I couldn't walk away and I couldn't call a truce.

I uncovered ways to help him but he didn't want to know,
After many months I found the truth - he does it all for show.

Mother number one could not be punished for her crimes,
So I was singled out to be the next one in the line.

He did his best to drive me mad in the literal sense,
But now the light of love is strong and even more intense.

He's taught me a huge lesson that was needed in my life:
Sometimes it's best for all concerned to skip the question 'why?'

It isn't always right to give what other people crave
And if you do, please bear in mind that real love goes both ways.

He drives me mad; he drives me mad - I don't mean this as a joke,
But he found me for a reason - there's no fire without smoke.
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Fire And Smoke

Contributed by nessiecat on Thursday, 14th November 2002 @ 06:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



He drives me mad; he drives me mad - I don't mean this as a joke.
It's fair to say, I rue the day that I first met this bloke.

At the time we were introduced, I thought he seemed quite nice;
I'm a lousy judge of character, bad at spotting lies.

I didn't see he'd adopted me as mother number two,
So I listened to his troubles, as anyone would do.

The suicidal secrets, lost love and self-abuse,
Meant I couldn't walk away and I couldn't call a truce.

I uncovered ways to help him but he didn't want to know,
After many months I found the truth - he does it all for show.

Mother number one could not be punished for her crimes,
So I was singled out to be the next one in the line.

He did his best to drive me mad in the literal sense,
But now the light of love is strong and even more intense.

He's taught me a huge lesson that was needed in my life:
Sometimes it's best for all concerned to skip the question 'why?'

It isn't always right to give what other people crave
And if you do, please bear in mind that real love goes both ways.

He drives me mad; he drives me mad - I don't mean this as a joke,
But he found me for a reason - there's no fire without smoke.




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Re: Fire And Smoke (User Rating: 1 )
by Eastway on Thursday, 14th November 2002 @ 09:05:29 PM AEST
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Clever piece of writing, this. Thought the long lines were a bit frustrating but maybe they reflect the bitterness of the poem. Thanks for sharing it.


Re: Fire And Smoke (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Thursday, 14th November 2002 @ 09:17:07 PM AEST
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Great poem ... loved this.


Re: Fire And Smoke (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Thursday, 14th November 2002 @ 10:25:05 PM AEST
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This was a very creative write
I really enjoyed reading this one
Thanks for sharing it, sometimes
it's people like this we cannot help
they do things for their own reasons
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.




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