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[title] => Untitled 318
[time] => 2006-01-13 01:44:45
[hometext] => Trying to move on...
[bodytext] => I am loathing, and he is laughing I am dying and he is living This paradox separates us From forgiving and forgetting But I know that he’s forgotten He is the untamed horse And I the lonesome tamer And just like the rocks of the earth He is permanent – he is strong Blessed with all of Adam’s virtues And the imagination built for the sky In these winter nights he sleeps With no lamp, no candle, no moon Just the sun that is in his heart And who am I to destroy it? With such awakening, such life My footprints are no longer on the sidewalk Only hers I fear that such temptation Will ravage through the walls And seap through all my blankets But may it never happen again As long as I am blind Crevaced between reality The lightning will never hurt me Nor will the thunder ever scare me She is the only flame he sees And I the lonely pebble in the ocean What does it matter that I’ve sunk so far? My sou still burns for rest Upon the ocean floor I am quiet, I am still Because I’m trying to forget Like all good broken hearts And all those stars in the heavens They no longer shine for me They just fall to meet their fate And what am I to become? I am not the wave in your ocean I am not the wind in your hair Only a memory left behind To walk around in oblivion May this night pass sooner As well as tomorrow and the next day Cheap and worn down is all I could say And the words stuck to a gray backgournd And it was empty Just like all these memories Just like all these hours And they form to complete a feeling You promise I’d never have But it doesn’t matter anymore Because I’ve tucked them away But they can only sleep for so long Until they rise to fill the sky I dare not say those words again Such lies hide behind them But I will never see through them Nor believe them I fell asleep alone tonight Like all good broken hearts Forgetting and forgetting and forgetting With no sense of injury or fear His breath is not alone And I conceive the worst of this all So I’ll close my eyes so tigtly In hopes that this will pass Even though its another day of foriving Its also another day of forgetting [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 22 [informant] => SpreadYourWings [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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