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[aid] => mick
[title] => Spectre
[time] => 2005-08-21 15:38:04
[hometext] => Repeatedly, everyone I've ever given my heart to was a ghost - here one minute then gone the next. You know how it is - they promise love, they make you think they're truly real...right before they disappear and take a bit of your heart with them forever.
[bodytext] => I asked him once, please hold my hand, He looked at me and smiled - Beneath his deep brown eyes, a heart, With kindness undefiled. The long brown hair about his face, So handsome on that day - I reached to it a timid touch Before I pulled away. My eyes chanced his then wandered off, My cheeks a blooming red - I felt his gaze reach through my face To touch my soul instead. My dormant heart leapt from my chest, And shivers clutched my spine - As I saw him lift his hand And gently reach for mine… That day beneath the autumn sky, I thought I’d found true love - Looking in those deep brown eyes, That met mine from above. I leaned in slowly for a kiss, And felt his lips so near - Begging him to speak the words I thought I’d never hear… But that was all some time ago, A memory cold and dead - It’s all a ghost that haunts my mind And fills my heart with lead. He was just another love Who quickly bade ‘farewell’ - Now the loss shall haunt my mind, And break my heart, as well. I just asked once, please hold my hand To wake me from this dream - Just as my lips kissed empty air, Forever, it would seem. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Freak-of-the-Week [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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