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[sid] => 5631
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Give it All
[time] => 2002-10-26 06:45:00
[hometext] => Read it for yourself.
[bodytext] => I'll give you my heart and soul,
and be there when you call. I'd sacrifice myself for you, because I would give it all. To touch your hand one last time. To kiss your lips so soft. To hear your voice sing beautifully, to find you when you're lost. But now I can't do anything, although I wish I could. And when you asked me to hold you and love you forever, I said I would. But there was one thing that kept us apart, and that was jealousy. For I thought that you were seeing someone behind my back, you see. If I had known what I know now, I would have taken it back. My life wouldn't be such a mess, and it would be back on track. Then I saw what I thought confirmed my fears that fateful night. I saw you at a party, and knew what I thought was right. I saw you with another guy, and though it hurt to say, it didn't look like you cared about me and I thought I felt the same. I stalked from the party to my friends' disgust. They said I should take it like a man, but I said just that I had nothing more to say to you. Then, you walked over and started to cry. I told you what I thought I knew, and you tearily asked why. At the thought of me accusing you of not being faithful. You walked away, but came right back and began to give me an earful. I left the party in a daze, at what I had just learned. You weren't seeing someone else and hadn't been since last term. When I got back to my house, I knew I felt like dirt. And that my accusations probably left you feeling very hurt. I called your house when the party was done, but there was no answer. I shrugged it off and went to sleep, I thought, "When I get to school I'll ask her." I looked for you when I got to school, and, again, you weren't there. I was silent for a second, and started looking everywhere. By the time school was over, I was feeling very red. I went to your house to apologize for what I said. I wanted to know where you were, and to say that I understand. I wanted to give it another try and rekindle the love we had. Instead of you, your mom did come and open the door with a frown. I thought that she looked very ill, and said, "You should lie down." She took my advice graciously and then invited me in. When I asked her why you weren't at school, her face turned very grim. "There's a good reason why she wasn't there, and it's not because of you. I know of what you said to her, and that made her feel blue. When she was coming home from the party, something happened on the road. When I heard that something happened, I knew it didn't bode very well for my daughter, didn't think that it just might be something very serious that might threaten her life. They found her body on the side of the road that night, you see. At least she didn't suffer, because she was killed instantly. They found out that the guy who caused the crash was really, very drunk, She swerved to get away from him, and hit a big tree trunk. She was flung clear from her car and onto the asphalt." And in the second or two after she stopped, I knew it was my fault. When I got home to my house that night, I sat down on my bed and cried. I just couldn't accept that my one true love had died. As I sit here on my bed tonight, I look up at the moon and ask myself one question: Why did she leave my life so soon? I now know no difference between life or death because all of it is gone. I know now that this happened that I loved you all along. You were all I ever wanted or needed throughout this thing called life. We'd count on each other through thick and thin, through all the pain and strife. As I scribble down this one last note, I feel myself at peace. I know that I will see you again, and you'll be with me in my dreams. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MrWrite [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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