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Array ( [sid] => 9257 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Breakdown Service [time] => 2002-12-26 21:20:00 [hometext] => Every verse in this poem is written like a Haiku, and i wrote it around the same time i wrote 'Avalanche' [bodytext] => I sit and wonder
What would happen if I lost
Everything I own

At least I’d still have
Memories like photographs
To remember this

The fact still remains
You are not so far away
I can deal with this

The forces that pull
Us apart can only push
Us more together

I sit and wonder
What would happen if I lost
All the things I am

You would still show me
The way back to sanity
I would recover

My lips would touch yours
And I would be forever
Happy in your arms

I’d be safe inside
Your grasp until the end of
This dream that I’m in

Scrape me off of this
Cold, wet asphalt, breathe
New life into my dead lungs.
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Breakdown Service

Contributed by EndEformEtrancE on Thursday, 26th December 2002 @ 09:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

I sit and wonder
What would happen if I lost
Everything I own

At least I’d still have
Memories like photographs
To remember this

The fact still remains
You are not so far away
I can deal with this

The forces that pull
Us apart can only push
Us more together

I sit and wonder
What would happen if I lost
All the things I am

You would still show me
The way back to sanity
I would recover

My lips would touch yours
And I would be forever
Happy in your arms

I’d be safe inside
Your grasp until the end of
This dream that I’m in

Scrape me off of this
Cold, wet asphalt, breathe
New life into my dead lungs.

Copyright Â© EndEformEtrancE ... [ 2002-12-26 21:20:00]
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Re: Breakdown Service (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Friday, 27th December 2002 @ 04:43:30 AM AEST
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Oh breathtaking, and to wonder what one would lose if they lost everything, that's a huge question to ask oneself...i enjoyed reading this poem i find it very different, and unique...it has a style all to it's own and i love the last lines.....Scrape me off of this cold, wet asphalt, breath new life into my dead lungs....that is so deep and dark...and the meaning of it is so strong it's soul captivating, thanks for sharing this one my friend...your poetry is a pleasure to read...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

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