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Array ( [sid] => 126441 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Those Flowers [time] => 2006-10-02 05:48:52 [hometext] => not so much a love lost, more being left with the things from a love that promised more than it ever gave. [bodytext] => Those flowers died
long before The Phoenix took flight
now dust covered
drier than my lips
a strange gift
- those flowers
for a man
but it made us laugh
I loved our humour
even if your body turned cold
- your mind no longer my world
while the ambers grew warm
I still loved out humour

Those flowers remain
falling to pieces just as easily
- as my confidence
racing recklessly skyward
to escape the nagging voice
you never heard
- but felt
when I collapsed into your lap
I loved our comfort
for a tiny moment
- we had it all
seemingly endless summer
but winter came…

Things were burnt
The Phoenix took flight
those flowers died
those flowers remain.

2/10/06 [comments] => 1 [counter] => 154 [topic] => 22 [informant] => one-curly-fry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

Those Flowers

Contributed by one-curly-fry on Monday, 2nd October 2006 @ 05:48:52 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

Those flowers died
long before The Phoenix took flight
now dust covered
drier than my lips
a strange gift
- those flowers
for a man
but it made us laugh
I loved our humour
even if your body turned cold
- your mind no longer my world
while the ambers grew warm
I still loved out humour

Those flowers remain
falling to pieces just as easily
- as my confidence
racing recklessly skyward
to escape the nagging voice
you never heard
- but felt
when I collapsed into your lap
I loved our comfort
for a tiny moment
- we had it all
seemingly endless summer
but winter came…

Things were burnt
The Phoenix took flight
those flowers died
those flowers remain.

2/10/06

Copyright Â© one-curly-fry ... [ 2006-10-02 05:48:52]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Those Flowers (User Rating: 1 )
by Alison on Thursday, 5th October 2006 @ 11:23:12 AM AEST
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when things are dead, no matter how great they once were, when they die they are worth nothing and must be thrown out. however the memory of them is the hardest to live with. I dont like dead flowers.....do you?

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