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[aid] => mick
[title] => He Never Wants To Talk
[time] => 2007-01-14 23:55:33
[hometext] => 'I love you like a fever gone cold...'
[bodytext] => He never wants to talk And I could swear to him that I’d be his everything But it’s the people like him who don’t want anything And I’m just stuck here Two weeks is so far away And this snow and cold never faired me well I promised to buy him coffee when I’d get back But I’m not on his mind anymore I began thinking that it was almost over And I got that feeling like I did when getting on the freeway And knowing home was only 20 minutes away These days its 12 hours till I can sleep in my own sheets And they’ll know that I’ve deteriorated And lost a sense of hope in much of their surroundings I tried getting lost in the streets of downtown I tried being swept in the waves of the Pacific I tried exploring the sidewalks of unchartered train depots Not even 700 miles could change these heavy thoughts I kept telling her that I was doing okay And I could’ve sworn that I really was being on my own One night she cried and asked if I missed my friends And I was at loss for words Because I had cut out that part of my past And put them in the binder hidden in my closet But I didn’t fail to give her a sense of false hope And I learned my lessons of apathy while in the sun And became distraught on the train to downtown The museum across the street was where I was supposed to go But instead I just kept walking Because I’ve got life to see and a metropolis to discover And I know that I’m gonna miss you while walking among these people I just wanted to know that you were still around That somewhere you still existed And you’d tell me all those things you always did The bridge is so beautiful at night But I’ve made it impossible to cross with this burden This rainy weather has me wishing it was you So that you could drown me up into your ocean And while I ride on the train heading towards downtown I’m wishing you were awake to see it all He never wants to talk And all I want to be is his everything And know that I am the only one in his gaze But the depot tells me different And the train up north reminds me that it’s true [comments] => 0 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 48 [informant] => spreadyourwings [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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