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[aid] => mick
[title] => It always slips away.
[time] => 2005-05-15 23:01:56
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[bodytext] => I dream, in my dreams, a day that I love. Tears run freely down my face, my fingers taste them like they taste the first word I wrote so long ago. I dream an angel i cannot see and god forgets me. God forgets me the sun forgets the moon and breathes the color I cry, but me, I don't ever get to forget. I walk outside of my life; the sun sings sunshine above a rainy day, and I am afraid to let go; and I am beautiful alone; and I am always alone. The sunshine sings the blue sky that i see and can't even feel the rain coming down. Everyday i wake up with the same dream. The cigarettes steal my throat, the flat soda leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, and I pretend to love. Everyday I forget the window at the head of my bed; the closed blinds, the green grass, the black sidewalk over a white paved sky waiting for me to open the window, to see, but i never do. It is never so simple. I talk of freedom everyday and I am lost to everyone. I am the caged bird free, flying back to my cage. I have nowhere left to go. I have nowhere left fly. My wings are spread my sky is dry the tears all sucked up and blue, and I am lying still, waiting for my second, my minute, my day that i get, my day that I love an honest love without all of this pain. The mountain is all tumbled down on top of me. The rivers, they run into me and shiver me and I am always cold inside. The piano plays the words crawl across the screen the paper the walls of my mind; and the 45 is so close these days and I almost understand the reason for it all. But it always slips away. And the lily goes down the river till i can't see it anymore. And the waters all dry up and all that's left is a single spinning boat sitting silent in an empty lake. And all I see is the name on the side, but the words don't make sense to me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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