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Array ( [sid] => 79696 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Looking back [time] => 2005-01-13 04:31:29 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I remember looking back
My heart was not yet broken, just cracked
Watching my childhood home disappear
Know never again would I be here
Driving down that road for the last time
For this place, my heart will always pine

I turn around and shut my eyes
Quietly listening, trying to block out the lies
We'll soon be back here"
No we wouldn't, we were moving, far away from being near

Half way across the world
My heart cried out, the pain unfurled
A new life and new friends
This is where the line stops and my happiness ends

Leaving home was the worst thing I ever did
Where I laughed and cried when I was a kid
This yearning for home will never be satisfied
A part of me has died
If I go back, nothing will be the same
My heart and soul are not the only things maimed

I still dream of the day I'll see
Once again my hope, and that good part of me
Such a little thing could do so much good,
Visiting the home of my childhood. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 32 [informant] => blueeyedevil13 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )

Looking back

Contributed by blueeyedevil13 on Thursday, 13th January 2005 @ 04:31:29 AM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

I remember looking back
My heart was not yet broken, just cracked
Watching my childhood home disappear
Know never again would I be here
Driving down that road for the last time
For this place, my heart will always pine

I turn around and shut my eyes
Quietly listening, trying to block out the lies
We'll soon be back here"
No we wouldn't, we were moving, far away from being near

Half way across the world
My heart cried out, the pain unfurled
A new life and new friends
This is where the line stops and my happiness ends

Leaving home was the worst thing I ever did
Where I laughed and cried when I was a kid
This yearning for home will never be satisfied
A part of me has died
If I go back, nothing will be the same
My heart and soul are not the only things maimed

I still dream of the day I'll see
Once again my hope, and that good part of me
Such a little thing could do so much good,
Visiting the home of my childhood.

Copyright © blueeyedevil13 ... [ 2005-01-13 04:31:29]
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Re: Looking back (User Rating: 1 )
by Rhymingron on Thursday, 13th January 2005 @ 06:00:08 AM AEST
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This is very sad and very well done.

Re: Looking back (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Thursday, 13th January 2005 @ 06:04:05 AM AEST
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Does it really die or does it become a part of us? I left my childhood home when I was 17 and left the town in lived in when I was 21. I've been back for visits, but I have a new home now, and I really prefer what I have helped to create, but my first home is always a part of me.
Stitch

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