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[sid] => 134151
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Riding off on an Orange Peel
[time] => 2007-05-06 12:43:06
[hometext] => When you figure it out it's often too late. Not in the sense of time but in the sense of growth
[bodytext] => I heard a ghost it called me out the other night It wasn’t looking for words It didn’t ask for time Just a moment where it could pour out all it had felt All that I’d heard in my head Everything we had said Singing love on the pedals Of some shook up afternoon Your tortured memories hang like medals I’d award you some, but I’d be joining you soon Fixing figures, running circles, chasing thoughts Never felt in control, always seemed helpless I couldn’t understand something simplistic No, I never had the chance There was some ignorance It was broken and nothing was left So should I thank a murderer? You were an idol love; you were what I should steal Now I’m an empty carton A torn up pack of smokes No addiction to soothe your garden Just an absence of what chokes Someday soon I’ll see the mirror on my backdoor screen Sitting there, reflecting air All rusted and dusting in a foreign home I grew up in It just sits and stares waiting for someone to show So it can be two in one The even of a greater sum But I’m in planes, in games, in paparazzi paradise Watching what it’s all about just passing by With no hopes of recovery No desire for change It’s a wonder who loves me Is always coming off strange The peak of time, the phantom’s call, the twenty year old So adult for once Battered up and grown She weaks, she speaks, it seems so indifferent What was this thing I knew? Was it some accident? Now hope falls on an hourglass Sunshine there is no sand Just stubbornness, what a way to show That in high school math class I once wrote And began writing, to understand what I felt For you, for everything And what irony, the first thing was so innocent and true Then anything else I’d ever find Saying, “I wish we could” “I’d like to sail away, on an orange peel” “But fate, it seems” “Would rather break that seal” [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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