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[sid] => 8340
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Frozen Tears and Ghosts
[time] => 2002-12-10 09:30:00
[hometext] => This poem is about the same man that I wrote about in nothing but a dream. I just don't think that he is coming back this time.
[bodytext] => The icy wind blows through my hair,
Sending shivers up my spine, And the tears that stream down my face, Freeze to the apples of my cheeks. As I collapse to the frosted ground, Too week to move, I feel as though death is gripping my heart, And that pain is all I feel: Knowing that your arms are not around me, Knowing I will never feel them again, And knowing you walked away, Never to come back and smile at me Or brush the hair from my face. I am tormented between standing on my own And wanting you so badly my spirit aches for you. As I muster the strength To raise my head, With tears still frozen to my face, I see your form in front of me. I reach for you, But you reach not back. Instead you dissipate between my fingers. You are a ghost. A ghost of what I thought you were, And confirmation of what you are. And as I lay on the frozen ground, Snow gently falls around my body. I know I can push myself up. I’ve had to do it before I met you. I’ve walked through life alone before you. I can do it again, But the question that plagues my mind Is do I really want to do it again? It is easier to stay motionless on the ground Than it is to move. For moving festers the wound you created. So, I will stay here, Knowing you will never return. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 22 [informant] => sumiko [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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