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[aid] => mick
[title] => I Saw Heaven Yesterday
[time] => 2005-02-20 17:35:13
[hometext] => Comments appreciated more than anything right now....
[bodytext] => I saw Heaven yesterday. I saw it while the bright, red sun was setting into the trees like a little girl eating a cherry lolipop from the doctor's office, just licking the pain away from her day. I saw my death in a dream last night and it ate away at me like a fire burning down a house leaving nothing but a mess by the time it's put out. That's how it would be, everyone torn apart and crying rainstorms. I saw the devil's eyes this morning, before the sun came up, staring at me like a bat spying on it's prey, learning it's routine, waiting for the right moment to attack. And I saw his followers walking down my street, stopping in front of my house like it was a crime scene. Like I had just been kililed a few minutes earlier and my house was surrounded by police cars and spectators. They were waiting to take my soul. I saw your true feelings for me in your eyes today and I thought I was going to die. You looked at me like I was a thief and you said that I stole your heart, that you were taking it back forever, and that I had the right to remain silent. You caught me red handed. I had your heart, but I dropped it. You saw me trying to pick it up again, but you wouldn't let me. You shut me out like you would a stranger. I begged and pleaded for forgiveness, but I didn't realize that a heart as fragile as glass could be as cold as an ice cube sending chills down your back. I saw something in your eyes that day that I didn't expect. I saw the devil gleaming through them. So I write this to help revive the real you because your dead to me like I'm dead to you and I don't want to be dead anymore. I saw Heaven yesterday and it was Hell. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 238 [topic] => 65 [informant] => allforyou [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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