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Clare
Contributed by
01_zanzebar
on
Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 06:37:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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He was not as to be expected,
I knew he'd not of a gentleman
As he has been exposed not to be.
I give my soul to you, though young
You are true, and real, in our sea of fakes
A beakon of happy and sweet light
glistening from your beautiful eyes
I devote myself to you
I need not more
You are my world
Which is more than I could want for
Iam the Idiot
The so-called fool
One whom spends my life
Seaching for an answer that cant be found
This is my life
In your small hands
I know your pain
I see it in your body
There has been so much done against you
And of which, I cant right those wrongs
So I pledge, never to bear memborance
Nor ratify your past mistakes
I know you think Iam too old for you
I know your too young for me
Your farthers occupation
And your mothers discrimination
We could not be more further apart
And yet, we seem so close, when we look at each other
And yet, I know we have secretly hid ourselves
And yet, we have known each other for nearly a year
Did once I gather the courage, and my mind messed it up
I apologies for my pathetic actions, I have scorned my self for ever
And I know that, we are now apart
Come June, we will be friends, and after, we will be one.
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2004-04-11 18:37:37] (Date/Time posted on
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