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Array ( [sid] => 90648 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Crush and Drain [time] => 2005-04-11 18:10:54 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I could always make you laugh.
Even when it feels like I'm the other half
of a twisted coin you got when you were young,
when we first met, when we first hung
out on the back porch watching flies
get zapped against a Navajo sky,
the first November when I first remembered
the knock knock joke that made you laugh.

I could always be there to listen.
If there was a guy that you were missing,
or a girlfriend who was dissing,
you would call on the telephone,
if I was home and you were home,
we'd talk until the day was gone,
when you'd feel lighter, a little brighter,
a little happier from speaking with me,
'cause you knew I'd always listen.

I would always have your back.
If I heard some I words I would come back
and shut them up, because you deserve better than that.
You deserve better than hate that spews forth
from idle mouths with veins that course
poison that they shout without remorse,
when they don't realize it's you,
or who it is they're talking to,
I won't let them talk about you like that.
Not when I should have your back.

I could never make you cry.
I guess I don't mean that much, I'll never no why
we'd grown together in a perfect fashion,
with so much emotion and so much passion
that comes around at random intervals,
when you're in love, it's never integral,
when I love you, you're never into me,
when you love me I just can't see
it in time to show you what it means
to be in love with me.

I've got an unrequited need,
she's got a blind spot,
she can't read the words I want to say,
but couldn't say, when it becomes to much,
she'll let me fade away. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 48 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Crush and Drain

Contributed by CodyJ on Monday, 11th April 2005 @ 06:10:54 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I could always make you laugh.
Even when it feels like I'm the other half
of a twisted coin you got when you were young,
when we first met, when we first hung
out on the back porch watching flies
get zapped against a Navajo sky,
the first November when I first remembered
the knock knock joke that made you laugh.

I could always be there to listen.
If there was a guy that you were missing,
or a girlfriend who was dissing,
you would call on the telephone,
if I was home and you were home,
we'd talk until the day was gone,
when you'd feel lighter, a little brighter,
a little happier from speaking with me,
'cause you knew I'd always listen.

I would always have your back.
If I heard some I words I would come back
and shut them up, because you deserve better than that.
You deserve better than hate that spews forth
from idle mouths with veins that course
poison that they shout without remorse,
when they don't realize it's you,
or who it is they're talking to,
I won't let them talk about you like that.
Not when I should have your back.

I could never make you cry.
I guess I don't mean that much, I'll never no why
we'd grown together in a perfect fashion,
with so much emotion and so much passion
that comes around at random intervals,
when you're in love, it's never integral,
when I love you, you're never into me,
when you love me I just can't see
it in time to show you what it means
to be in love with me.

I've got an unrequited need,
she's got a blind spot,
she can't read the words I want to say,
but couldn't say, when it becomes to much,
she'll let me fade away.

Copyright © CodyJ ... [ 2005-04-11 18:10:54]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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