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[aid] => mick
[title] => got it backwards
[time] => 2008-01-27 17:43:32
[hometext] => Listening to Harold Melvin and Johnny Lang started me thinking...
[bodytext] => Dawn pushed up the sun and a new day has begun The raucous birds are registering in their leafy hotel Yet the morning seems cold and gray despite the sun Because I am just dying here, in my own special hell Never realized all of the crap that makes a new day Just as I had never expected to be where I am now Light's warped and sound's muted in a distorted way Emphasizing what passes for alive as blue will allow You may not expect it from just looking at me here And likely you wouldn't guess from listening to me But I am not living any more as it might appear I'm simply existing, just putting in time you see Now you may wonder and ask why I claim this is so And though I seem hesitant, I will eventually speak I'll tell all about this and that just so you'll know That despite what you see, I'm just an idiotic freak What??? No way! might be your protesting exclaim But I can assure you that it's all true, of what I say None but an idiotic freak would be so stupid and lame You must understand I turned gold into lead yesterday I had it all...my future was full of dreams, joy and trust But oh no, that wouldn't do at all in my little sideshow Fear became my alchemist and made it all turn to dust My gold, her love, changed and I had to watch her go I must have you to know that I still love her very much And I would change everything to make it right again My heart longs to be embraced with her loving touch But I've lost her and here I've suffered so since then Dante may have been to those nine levels of despair I seriously doubt if he could imagine this one of mine There is not any kind of relief to be found anywhere And here I am waiting in hell and the only one in line [comments] => 3 [counter] => 288 [topic] => 22 [informant] => reprobate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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