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[aid] => mick
[title] => Me and him
[time] => 2006-07-15 02:50:24
[hometext] => This Poem is about the dellima faced by teanagers in adolescence and the grief on loosing someone u loved alot
[bodytext] => Me and Him First we were friends Together we used to set up trends Then he changed His friendship evolved to something unnamed He said it was love By swearing on a flight of Dove His infatuation made him do it Still he felt unsure a bit Love! Hormones! Lust! Him I still couldn’t trust Around me, he felt pretty uncomfortable It was like in an audience, he was atop a table Finally for both of our sake I had to end it He tried a lot to mend it By writing Woeful Ballads and Poetry Which at that time didn’t affect me He stopped trying finally At that point Realization struck me “I cared for him deeply” He moved ahead in life, as life goes on Leaving me behind in his book of life like a page unknown In his Heart my place was occupied by my friend Now I became his X girlfriend She was with him till she received gifts After that their relationship started to drift Finally she broke up Leaving him again with a shattered Heart I wanted to soothe his soul But he ignored me piercing my heart and making a hole He showed himself strong yet again But I knew and felt his pain I knew His heart bled from the cut Hard outside, soft inside just like a coconut I still feel guilty when I stare into his eyes My heart feels his anger! And cries I wish I could go back in time And again he could be mine I would again be in his arms And together we would dance But as time could not be reversed Together we both would have to face this curse If one wish of mine could be fulfilled I would ask for our relationship to be rebuilt Now there is no point crying over spilt milk He would always remain a king to me dressed in silk [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 22 [informant] => kira [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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