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[aid] => mick
[title] => Still so close so far apart
[time] => 2006-01-24 09:03:05
[hometext] => i dont consider this finished
[bodytext] => Someone on the busy street asks me for the time I say I don’t have a watch, they say “fine” And I think back, how I dropped out long ago How everything around me now is moving slow And as he turns to go I remember How everything looked from September You went to the finest school Your future set, a university tool And you smiled out of fright But soon you were partying in The Ivy on Friday night And that’s when you met him But wait, you’ve seen him before with Benjamin Things are a lot different now than they were before And before you know it your on your knees at his door I lie down on dew night grass green His hot urine rises in clouds of hissing steam Then came the prom You were leaning to the Confucius kid, weren’t goanna come And we shared a joke About all the serious folk In the club you were dancing with the girl in the tight red dress When your back was turned she wiggled her hips and I did my best The streets erupted in a brawl and a knife blade shone We were separated, before I could get your number you were gone I saw Him again today in the face of a thousand Chinese boys You thief, you stole my heart like Paris stole Helen of Troy’s And I ride the bus my fist clenched and try not to stare At the sights of narrow slits and long unkempt silky hair Now all the jokers wink Well kiss me then or take another drink Now I smile at the jack of all trades with his pearl white grin His smile beg the question is there love within You look at him is that more than friendship in his eye? You move in to kiss and He screams “why!” And you weep as you are left in the metaphorical cold Ashamed at having ever been so bold My heart burned by another one of them And the pinched face worm in the distance just asks where and when But ‘I’ and ‘you’ and ‘he’ and ‘him’ are still to close to be apart As are matters of lust and matters of the heart It’s true for a while there was just us three Him, you and in the middle me And then you both went away Leaving me to replay all the scenes each day But now I don’t feel you anymore, I just see words on the page The pen the exorcist the key to the past’s cage [comments] => 0 [counter] => 478 [topic] => 43 [informant] => PLformalyknownasPpaul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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