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Array ( [sid] => 46648 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Breakfast [time] => 2004-05-08 11:35:47 [hometext] => I wrote this poem after realizing that there was someone in my life that I still loved...even after it was all over... [bodytext] => Sitting at the table
For breakfast, or so it seems
People all around
Foreigners, I have not talked to them
...for ages it seems

But why am I here?
So little did I wish
To be there, even
When 'we' still existed

And there she is...
Still sitting across from me
I once worshipped the ground she walked on
But now...
Now, all I can do is wonder
Is she alright?

I still love her...
Not a day goes by anymore
Without the longing to hold her
In my arms
Overtaking me

I've heard that she still loves me...
...months after those terrible deeds
It will never be the same...
...how it use to be...
I'll not forget how we came to pass [comments] => 2 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 22 [informant] => MorbidMongrel [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
The Breakfast

Contributed by MorbidMongrel on Saturday, 8th May 2004 @ 11:35:47 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



Sitting at the table
For breakfast, or so it seems
People all around
Foreigners, I have not talked to them
...for ages it seems

But why am I here?
So little did I wish
To be there, even
When 'we' still existed

And there she is...
Still sitting across from me
I once worshipped the ground she walked on
But now...
Now, all I can do is wonder
Is she alright?

I still love her...
Not a day goes by anymore
Without the longing to hold her
In my arms
Overtaking me

I've heard that she still loves me...
...months after those terrible deeds
It will never be the same...
...how it use to be...
I'll not forget how we came to pass




Copyright © MorbidMongrel ... [ 2004-05-08 11:35:47]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: The Breakfast (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 07:49:05 AM AEST
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life just isn't as special as it once was when the reason to embrace it as such has soured. know the feeling all too well. great job.
thanks for sharing


Re: The Breakfast (User Rating: 1 )
by jbrow on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 10:40:08 PM AEST
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this one is so very deep, it made feel love hate and pain all in one great write keep on with the good work
p's
Gene




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