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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Nightmare
[time] => 2004-05-21 23:25:38
[hometext] => This is an image - filled poem about heartbreak, lust, loneliness, etc. I tried to go about it in a little different way, and I came up with what I found to be soothing yet a little humorous as well. Enjoy.
[bodytext] => Dressed up to the nines, A young woman dines Alone. Again. She sips on the wine, the bitter taste feels like home. Drinking away her misery In that ethyl alcohol. The clock strikes nine, And she suddenly feels fine, as her feet are swept off the floor. This as it may seem Felt like more than a dream Like the heavens were opening o'er. The clocks hands strike ten Again and Again! She cries to the hands around her neck, He embraces her close From her toes to her nose, While she calls to her waiter for the check. The eleventh hour has come And the rain has fallen About the two lovers on the emptied streets Lays down his coat And opens the cab door The last hope of chivalry. A quarter has past, and not much has changed, she wraps her hands around his own What pure chance, Their eyes met at glance She feels safe though shes not alone. And half past that hour, Lust consumes both. As they ravage upon her bed. Half past and five, They dress once again As he quietly leaves her homestead. She shakes violently And sweats in pure pain As she awakes with this nightmare in her head. Midnight once more, her feet firmly placed upon the floor, With a wine glass conviently next to her bed. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 176 [topic] => 22 [informant] => TeenageEmoGirl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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