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[aid] => mick
[title] => She can write anything
[time] => 2004-07-19 21:43:24
[hometext] => This poem is about how everything longs to be something else. Even love. Because, of you look at love as a person, then I'm sure love doesn't want to hurt as much as it does. But with love anything is possible. She really can write anything
[bodytext] => Can the cherries that line your lips Really taste as sweet as this? Illusions always feel nice for a litte while But leave a bad taste in your mouth And the snow wants to be the rain so it can fall a little faster If you don't believe me just ask her The snow, she is always sincere when her complexion is completely clear And would you like to know what's behind these blue doors? Then get on all fours love and show me what you can do love, love, love and the answer could be yours babe But who knows...the truth may fade And does that chain hold the key to your moods? Because if they do change then maybe I can rearrange them to fit my liking while love is out writing Can she write anything? She knows nothing of anything except broken hearts, lies and maybe a few easy ways to make you cry And I won't lie like she does Broken hearts can cause you to die And the amber in the eye of the storm flies down down down Around Around Around me Can it consume this In just one thunderous kiss? And to this kind of poison the Oleander bows down Down Down Way down And kisses the ground The amber eye touches Instead of keeping this I'll just bury it beneath the pile of gold dust I've already attained For which I'm openly ashamed Bury it under me So when I come to the edge of this grave I can hear those bells play Gloria At the top of their lungs Instead of keeping this I'll blow it one goodbye kiss As I sing, sing, sing She really can write anything [comments] => 5 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Daniella [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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