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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Running Through My Head
[time] => 2003-02-03 06:30:00
[hometext] => This poem is about 2 of my favourite little people, my cousins Aalia and Firdaus...both of whom bring me happiness by just being here. Love you my little angels :)))
[bodytext] => They're the precious little bundles of joy
That I sometimes wish for. One with her cheeky little smile, curly Rebellious hair and laughing eyes. Like me. Always glowing...always shining their Adoration and love... At me. She captured my heart even before she Kicked her way into this place. And the other...small munchkin with Dark pin straight hair...dancing Accepting eyes and Full of warm, welcoming hugs. A gorgeous porcelain doll. The face of an angel. Not a day passes without me wondering What mischief they're getting up to...or What new discoveries they've made. Fascinating to see what an extraordinary imagination little ones have. Different, Unique, True. Busy bodies always finding new trouble. Insightful little dreamers...those two. I try to imagine my own. Try. My brain draws a blank. All I see is a tall silhuette. A presence...whose meant to show me the way. He's always there... In the brink of my thoughts. Not tangible... yet still present. Running through my head even When I try to shut him out. Some day.. by some mystical force I WILL have a cheeky little one of my own, To love and cherish. And then there'll be three. Even as i speak I know with a certainty that my dreams Are meaningless. Inappropriate even. But he's still running through my head. So i bide my time and love the Two little ones who are not my own... Sharpen my instincts, But why do these instincts...this longing... even exist!? Why do i want to walk into The unknown?!!!!! Isn't it enough merely to love and not have...? Simpler...? Images change. I see myself spinning Around, surrounded by my favourite little ones. Trees set against the setting sun. Noise, squeals, laughter, swings. My comfort zone. Memories...of What could have been. Running Through My Head. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 44 [informant] => Arwen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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