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Array ( [sid] => 42541 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => It's Not About You [time] => 2004-04-09 23:23:32 [hometext] => Experienced a few times...but none as bad as the last. [bodytext] => You wanted to know, but I couldn't say,
the reason I didn't smile today.
You said, "take your time...wait awhile,"
before too long, my eyes would smile.

You said you knew me, I thought you did,
but behind this wall, I was well hid.
Today, the wall...came tumbling down,
I no longer can play the clown.

You said I was special, though I didn't know why,
you promised....my eyes would never cry.
Then what is this moistness, that I feel?
Finally the truth, I now know what is real.

You held my hand and said, "let me be your friend,"
a line heard often, when love does end.
But...this is not all about "YOU!"
It's about what "I" now know to be true.

I hid from myself, within a shell,
my heart is a deep and empty well.
I think I can pass this test ....in time,
If first I walk, before I climb.

Author: June E. Miller (Justalady)
9/23/2002 [comments] => 7 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Justalady [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

It's Not About You

Contributed by Justalady on Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 11:23:32 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

You wanted to know, but I couldn't say,
the reason I didn't smile today.
You said, "take your time...wait awhile,"
before too long, my eyes would smile.

You said you knew me, I thought you did,
but behind this wall, I was well hid.
Today, the wall...came tumbling down,
I no longer can play the clown.

You said I was special, though I didn't know why,
you promised....my eyes would never cry.
Then what is this moistness, that I feel?
Finally the truth, I now know what is real.

You held my hand and said, "let me be your friend,"
a line heard often, when love does end.
But...this is not all about "YOU!"
It's about what "I" now know to be true.

I hid from myself, within a shell,
my heart is a deep and empty well.
I think I can pass this test ....in time,
If first I walk, before I climb.

Author: June E. Miller (Justalady)
9/23/2002

Copyright © Justalady ... [ 2004-04-09 23:23:32]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: It's Not About You (User Rating: 1 )
by mountainhigh on Friday, 9th April 2004 @ 11:36:02 PM AEST
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Beautiful work, realization opens doors. Loved it. Thanks for sharing. and for the kind words. Thank you so very much.

Re: It's Not About You (User Rating: 1 )
by hotrod55 on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 12:49:50 AM AEST
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Hi again. I love your poems i cant get enough. you dont know how much of a inseration some little words can be.
~~HotRod55~~

Re: It's Not About You (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 01:08:55 AM AEST
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Very lovely poem, it seems we often have to learn things the hard way, right?

Re: It's Not About You (User Rating: 1 )
by corrupted_minds on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 01:09:37 AM AEST
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Good work i like your poems, keep it up.

woei queen

Re: It's Not About You (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 01:30:56 AM AEST
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This is something with which I can identify....
Good write...
Jenni

Re: It's Not About You (User Rating: 1 )
by blueheart on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 03:00:03 AM AEST
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I found it to be rather sad but loved it anyhow.

Re: It's Not About You (User Rating: 1 )
by Trisha on Wednesday, 16th June 2004 @ 08:47:59 PM AEST
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Hey June This Was Great It Caught My Eyes

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