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[bodytext] => The way I feel about you can only be explained with my eyes I still think about you day and night As the stars settle and the sunrise tries to break through the gloom which has become my ever so cold life In keeping with traditions I will stay back and let this play itself out In respecting your decisions I choose to wait for the moment never to come So, I am left breathing in stale air and windy gushes of everyone else’s love The dreams that force themselves into my mind when control has dwindled Entitled, I am to nothing more prolific then multiples of singles As the wrinkles encircle an old familiar face I become too shy and bashful to mingle I have become my own bitter taste While the pouring has been stifled and rendered a mere trickle A memory of you and another has become vastly instrumental Crucial, in my adaptation of events meant to strangle Suffocate, a dented neck Tangled and stretched, the beads of sweat fall off my forehead I am left panting and pounding on the door for your entrance Naked and defenseless Instead you made your anticlimactic exit Against the opposing forces Occupying demented Minds consumed by resentment In and around all that was never mentioned You never opened your mouth Pretentious The fantasy of you has ended Your invitation politely rescinded For your brutal honesty You are to be commended A fallacy Of immobility As tranquility is suspended Upended and reinvented A new cause of anxiety Fermented With speeds beyond the sight of sound Cemented, into the ground Fingers twirl around and around Until my legs get tired of sitting and fall effortlessly into the clouds Meant to confound and confuse Even the most of intelligent minds Ingenious crimes Perpetrated Then reverberated Into my kind of miserable times You were my once in a lifetime find In a haystack of pins and needled pines Extremely sensitive to the harsh climate of the tumultuous climb Sharply extended was this love of mine I won't pretend that a part of me hasn't surly died ___________ _______________ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 306 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jyssvw22 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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