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Array ( [sid] => 113241 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Slippery When Wet [time] => 2006-01-16 00:34:37 [hometext] => I think You will really like this poem. I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think [bodytext] =>
Something like seven-hundred and seventy-six days ago,
My heart was stolen from underneath my feet.
Somehow I knew that around eight-hundred days later,
It would surely face its defeat.

We used to dance and smile,
And run around and about to never disagree.
There was never a need for careful nature.
There was never a need for dishonesty.

It seems a curse was set upon me.
The curse of never-ending tears.
If it was possible for me to bathe in all of the pain,
The water would run for years.

Most mornings, my heart forgives,
And in the noon it regrets.
But to be held in the arms of the man who I love,
Is a misunderstanding of gambles and bets.

Some nights I feel I lay beside a stranger
And the man I know is amiss
I wonder where he strays
And if along side the moon he sits.

Chances are very slim to hold onto a man like this,
But you never know until you try.
The feelings become so wretchedly lucid
That you soon discover how to utter, “good-bye.”

You know those signs on bridges and such?
That read “Caution! Slippery When Wet”
Well, love is kind of just like that…
You don’t realize until you forget. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 437 [topic] => 52 [informant] => pisces101 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )

Slippery When Wet

Contributed by pisces101 on Monday, 16th January 2006 @ 12:34:37 AM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry

Something like seven-hundred and seventy-six days ago,
My heart was stolen from underneath my feet.
Somehow I knew that around eight-hundred days later,
It would surely face its defeat.

We used to dance and smile,
And run around and about to never disagree.
There was never a need for careful nature.
There was never a need for dishonesty.

It seems a curse was set upon me.
The curse of never-ending tears.
If it was possible for me to bathe in all of the pain,
The water would run for years.

Most mornings, my heart forgives,
And in the noon it regrets.
But to be held in the arms of the man who I love,
Is a misunderstanding of gambles and bets.

Some nights I feel I lay beside a stranger
And the man I know is amiss
I wonder where he strays
And if along side the moon he sits.

Chances are very slim to hold onto a man like this,
But you never know until you try.
The feelings become so wretchedly lucid
That you soon discover how to utter, “good-bye.”

You know those signs on bridges and such?
That read “Caution! Slippery When Wet”
Well, love is kind of just like that…
You don’t realize until you forget.

Copyright Â© pisces101 ... [ 2006-01-16 00:34:37]
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Re: Slippery When Wet (User Rating: 1 )
by O7NeVeS on Monday, 16th January 2006 @ 01:29:05 AM AEST
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You're right, I do like this poem, as well as it's flow. Good write! TD

Re: Slippery When Wet (User Rating: 1 )
by brew on Monday, 16th January 2006 @ 08:22:37 AM AEST
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Yes, I never thought of love being that way, but after reading your post......It does.! Good write. I hope your bridge, soon becomes less slippery.

Brew~

Re: Slippery When Wet (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Thursday, 9th February 2006 @ 11:59:17 AM AEST
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This was amazing. I liked it alot. I can also relate to it so much. I thought it was well worded, the flow was brillant. Great poem I really liked it alot.

take care
christina

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