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Array ( [sid] => 2654 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Stories, Are What We Became [time] => 2002-08-23 15:50:36 [hometext] => This is not one of my typical poems. It's a look into the future rather than always focusing on the past and present, which is actually a large step for me. I would really appreciate any and all input, thanks. I hope you enjoy it. [bodytext] => There was a time she and I
Were together most every day.
But, decisions we made and circumstances arose,
That sent our lives different ways.
What becomes of a perfect love
If in your lives, you can’t make it fit?
After time has passed, years down the road,
What becomes of it?
I think it becomes a story.
Advice with our children we share.
About love that could have been so true,
If life was a little more fair.

The day will come when I have a family,
Two kids and a wife of my own.
A steady job that pays the bills.
And a comfortable two story home.
I’ll spend my days with my wife and kids,
But a secret of mine I’ll hide.
That everyday I remember the love I lost,
In my heart, I’ll lock the story inside.
The day will come when my little boy,
Starts becoming a man.
He’ll want my help when he starts dating girls,
So I’ll advise him the best I can.
I’ll sit down with my growing son,
The first time his heart has been broken.
I’ll tell him the story of the one I lost.
Words till now, have been left unspoken.

I’ll tell my son about the girl I loved so,
“Son, she was the light of my life.
Long before your mother came along,
She’s whom I wanted for my wife.
For a moment of our lives
We shared a love, so pure and so true.
I loved this girl from the depths of my soul
There was nothing, for her, I wouldn’t do.
She was so beautiful and so sweet,
From the inside all the way out.
I built my life and dreams around her
For her, I didn’t want to live without.
We were so happy side by side,
As though we would never part.
But still, we were so young.
And she, so confused at heart.
We were so close to happiness,
Yet still so far away.
Eventually, she went back to her ex,
And I could no longer stay.
Son, you know I love your mother,
And love her I always will.
But every day I remember the one I lost.
And if she were here I’d love her still.
I do enjoy the life I’ve made.
And I’d trade you for nothing, you know.
But from time to time I can’t help but wonder,
Where would I be if I hadn’t let her go?
Son, I know that your heart is broken.
And you’re dealing with great pain.
But for the rest of your life you’ll remember her.
And when you’re alone you’ll whisper her name.
I realize how much you love this girl,
From her, your thoughts will never be free.
But with some time, the hurt will subside,
And your story is what she’ll be.”

She too will have a family of her own
A daughter and a couple of boys
I know she’ll be the best of mothers
And spoil them all with toys
She’ll treat her children like precious jewels
Just as she’s always planned
But the day will come when her little girls grown
And her feelings she can’t understand
She’s grown an attraction towards two different men
And she’ll turn to her mother for care
Now mother will have to give her advice
And from her heart this story she’ll tare:

“Kiddo, I know just how you feel.
There was a time before you were born,
There were two guys so important to me,
And between them I was torn.
From day to day my love would sway,
To the point I could take it no more.
One guy I’d known for two years,
The other, my boyfriend for four.
Your fathers the one I finally chose,
And I’m happy with the life I lead.
He’s given me my beautiful children,
And most of what I need.
But the one I chose to let go,
Him I never forgot.
And though I haven’t seen him for years,
I still think of him quite a lot.
He loved me like no other had.
Tried to make all my dreams come true.
Whenever I had a problem to face,
He stood by me all the way through.
He was there for me not only physically,
But emotionally as well
He was the one I trusted,
When I had a secret to tell.
Because my emotions were so confused,
I kept putting him through so much pain.
But time after time he spoke of true love,
And his heart had never changed.
There were times I said I wanted him.
Then my mind changed the other way.
Maybe I never gave us the chance,
Because I always thought he’d stay.
To this day I sometimes think,
Was it true love I could not see.
I wonder, had I chosen him,
Where our lives would be.
Darling I tell you this now,
Because you too have to choose.
Make sure you know exactly what you want,
Because one of them you’ll lose.
Don’t be hasty, search your heart through,
Make certain you choose well.
For the one you decide to let go,
Will become just a story you tell.”

So, this is what happens when love is lost.
It becomes nothing more than a tale.
Advice we give to our children,
In hopes they will prevail.
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Stories, Are What We Became

Contributed by MisterRight on Friday, 23rd August 2002 @ 03:50:36 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



There was a time she and I
Were together most every day.
But, decisions we made and circumstances arose,
That sent our lives different ways.
What becomes of a perfect love
If in your lives, you can’t make it fit?
After time has passed, years down the road,
What becomes of it?
I think it becomes a story.
Advice with our children we share.
About love that could have been so true,
If life was a little more fair.

The day will come when I have a family,
Two kids and a wife of my own.
A steady job that pays the bills.
And a comfortable two story home.
I’ll spend my days with my wife and kids,
But a secret of mine I’ll hide.
That everyday I remember the love I lost,
In my heart, I’ll lock the story inside.
The day will come when my little boy,
Starts becoming a man.
He’ll want my help when he starts dating girls,
So I’ll advise him the best I can.
I’ll sit down with my growing son,
The first time his heart has been broken.
I’ll tell him the story of the one I lost.
Words till now, have been left unspoken.

I’ll tell my son about the girl I loved so,
“Son, she was the light of my life.
Long before your mother came along,
She’s whom I wanted for my wife.
For a moment of our lives
We shared a love, so pure and so true.
I loved this girl from the depths of my soul
There was nothing, for her, I wouldn’t do.
She was so beautiful and so sweet,
From the inside all the way out.
I built my life and dreams around her
For her, I didn’t want to live without.
We were so happy side by side,
As though we would never part.
But still, we were so young.
And she, so confused at heart.
We were so close to happiness,
Yet still so far away.
Eventually, she went back to her ex,
And I could no longer stay.
Son, you know I love your mother,
And love her I always will.
But every day I remember the one I lost.
And if she were here I’d love her still.
I do enjoy the life I’ve made.
And I’d trade you for nothing, you know.
But from time to time I can’t help but wonder,
Where would I be if I hadn’t let her go?
Son, I know that your heart is broken.
And you’re dealing with great pain.
But for the rest of your life you’ll remember her.
And when you’re alone you’ll whisper her name.
I realize how much you love this girl,
From her, your thoughts will never be free.
But with some time, the hurt will subside,
And your story is what she’ll be.”

She too will have a family of her own
A daughter and a couple of boys
I know she’ll be the best of mothers
And spoil them all with toys
She’ll treat her children like precious jewels
Just as she’s always planned
But the day will come when her little girls grown
And her feelings she can’t understand
She’s grown an attraction towards two different men
And she’ll turn to her mother for care
Now mother will have to give her advice
And from her heart this story she’ll tare:

“Kiddo, I know just how you feel.
There was a time before you were born,
There were two guys so important to me,
And between them I was torn.
From day to day my love would sway,
To the point I could take it no more.
One guy I’d known for two years,
The other, my boyfriend for four.
Your fathers the one I finally chose,
And I’m happy with the life I lead.
He’s given me my beautiful children,
And most of what I need.
But the one I chose to let go,
Him I never forgot.
And though I haven’t seen him for years,
I still think of him quite a lot.
He loved me like no other had.
Tried to make all my dreams come true.
Whenever I had a problem to face,
He stood by me all the way through.
He was there for me not only physically,
But emotionally as well
He was the one I trusted,
When I had a secret to tell.
Because my emotions were so confused,
I kept putting him through so much pain.
But time after time he spoke of true love,
And his heart had never changed.
There were times I said I wanted him.
Then my mind changed the other way.
Maybe I never gave us the chance,
Because I always thought he’d stay.
To this day I sometimes think,
Was it true love I could not see.
I wonder, had I chosen him,
Where our lives would be.
Darling I tell you this now,
Because you too have to choose.
Make sure you know exactly what you want,
Because one of them you’ll lose.
Don’t be hasty, search your heart through,
Make certain you choose well.
For the one you decide to let go,
Will become just a story you tell.”

So, this is what happens when love is lost.
It becomes nothing more than a tale.
Advice we give to our children,
In hopes they will prevail.




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Re: Stories, Are What We Became (User Rating: 1 )
by ginsdance on Saturday, 24th August 2002 @ 06:23:05 AM AEST
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In a way, that's a nice spin on heartbreak... but I did cry when I got to the part of the mother.. because I had to let someone go once... not because of another guy, but because he would be more happy if he wasn't tied down to me... those decisions hurt just as much I think. And it's true... those are just stories that we tell. *hug* It'll get better.
Gin


Re: Stories, Are What We Became (User Rating: 1 )
by Rose on Sunday, 25th August 2002 @ 12:42:40 AM AEST
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This is beautiful, but sad. It would make a great country song. I hope your not offended, but it would make great rights to a great singer and to the song of your words.
this is so true of what life is, heartbreaks, and love, living life as we choose our path... how we all know this..
very nice
Amber Rose :)


Re: Stories, Are What We Became (User Rating: 1 )
by addie on Saturday, 31st August 2002 @ 05:41:38 AM AEST
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hi curtis ... this one was reallly beautiful..probably one of the best i have read ...keep up the good work .... and i can really relate to it ...

keep writing....


Re: Stories, Are What We Became (User Rating: 1 )
by cryingonmyporch on Saturday, 21st September 2002 @ 12:49:03 AM AEST
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Love sucks and I hate storys. What a large price we pay for just a touch of happiness. Do try to smile. Things can only get better I have to pick myself up too after someone shatters my heart.




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