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[aid] => Mick
[title] => desire (eye of the storm)
[time] => 2003-02-15 08:00:00
[hometext] => I never really could understand this poem.
I just got a pen and paper and started writing it took me about 15 seconds to write. It came from somewhere in me that I do not want to re-visit. I think it was a ventilation for my anger, and what I mean for eye of the storm is it's my calming place when everything around me seems dead this one spot is still alive untouchable and pure this spot is a woman. (exiled) [bodytext] => Desire (Eye Of The Storm) Your lips...Our flesh...Desire, Clearing way for the smoke, You are the air I breath when I choke. Touching you makes me feel alive, Touching you makes me die inside. Staring into the night skies, This bleeding rose pricks at the lies. Nothing left but the life of a child, Can't go on living this kind of life. With this anger building in my mind. Your name...Those eyes...Desire, Wishing that I could cry, Wondering why.....WHY! Now that I am gone... Done...whis all this pain and suffering, remember I will always love you, your..my..eye of the....storm. But now don't pray for me! Wishing you were to dead to cry, leaving diaries with cryptic entries. Your hands...Your thighs...Desire, Your mind...burns all of this fire. Yet your'e still so cold, No matter how large the flame. Not knowing who you are, Tearing at everything. Now..that..I am.. gone, remember....I will always love you, You are me....love...my pain...my suffering. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 55 [informant] => exiled [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
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