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[aid] => mick
[title] => To The Left. Of The Third Back Row..
[time] => 2011-01-22 05:05:45
[hometext] => I Never Ate My Crusts. So I Never Got Curly Hair. --- I would have eaten all the crusts in the world though, just for him to be back.
[bodytext] => This is in dreams and wishes. Because I wish he'd come back. And it sounds nice. And he deserved every nicety. As does she. I miss him I miss his curly hair I even miss that silly little moustache he used to annoy me with I miss how he used to tease my about not eating my crusts I hate how little I remember of him, yet everything I miss was good I miss how he used to make faces at me and muck around I miss how sometimes we’d play chases I even miss the stench of smoke that came from him sometimes I miss that blue jumper and those jeans he always wore I miss his black and grey mess, he used to say if I ate my crusts I’d get hair like him I never wanted hair like that, so I giggled I miss how she used to be so happy, still is, it’s not the same I miss his laugh, I remember it, it was like a chuckle.. I miss her laugh too… I miss him stealing cakes if she baked anyway I hate how I never let this out earlier… I wonder why the tears are rushing down my cheeks trying to find an escape from my body, that misses him so I never really knew how much an impact he had How much I guess I liked, loved him How much fun he was and how he was taken away How wrong it was, and how I did nothing about it And how the tears turn hot with anger for not doing anything I was helpless, careless, silly.. I remember going to his grave once, and we put flowers down I remember the gravel crunching on mine and her shoes I remember that it’s to the left, at the back rows… I remember that she didn’t seem the same after he was gone She was always quiet, but now he’s gone, part of her is missing I hate it, how little I remember yet how the tears are streaming down my ivory cheeks Just for the emotion that I miss so, just for the fun Just for that childhood, that I want back, with him We could be so close, it’s wasted and I wish it wasn’t And there’s nothing I did do then and nothing I can do now. Because it’s all too late. And these tears mean nothing; they’re never going to bring him back Why are they still rolling… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 92 [topic] => 14 [informant] => CommasCanSeperate [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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