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[title] => Every Night
[time] => 2010-12-29 08:07:31
[hometext] => Sometimes it just too hard to fall a sleep!
[bodytext] => Up all night as it turned to morning Hoping for a sound to make me sing My endless mind and thoughts it brings Unable to sleep thinking about things Times together that may not seem so much I recall the feeling of wanting to touch Somewhere hidden I knew it would never be Now I am asking is that because of me Should I have dared and thrown the dice Instead of evaluating summing the price I think perhaps I was too scared And for that perhaps you never dared Or is it that I was never a choice Regardless of sound or my screaming voice The echo in my head fills with verse The words just spinning as if a curse In a game of scrabble the letters so true The only words are words of you Every day I try so hard To shuffle the deck and hide your card But like a magician living inside I turn your card unable to hide With the game of words and only one card Life doesn’t seem it could be so hard. Then reality and in my life I feel sparse I lay in bed awake and begin to parse For so many years I’ve had you in my head And there you will stay until I am dead. A moment of clarity or feeling resigned But these are my thoughts to which I bind As I lock your door safe in my mind Knowing what I will again open and find Thursday, 30 December 2010 2:49:04 AM [comments] => 4 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Balmain_Tiger [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 11 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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