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Array ( [sid] => 97651 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the memories of this. [time] => 2005-06-11 12:46:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => as im flipping through these pictures
these letters
and all thats growing old
im starting to be so lonely
these stories will go untold
stories, great
and far from great
i pick up the phone and its just past 8.
ready to call you
to ask you here

just to end the story
just to end our lie
im calling you here
just to say goodbye
just to break your heart.
praying you wont ask why..
though your tearing us apart.

you dont understand y o u r words
as theyre spilling from m y lips
becoming my own you realize
and slowly you part your lips

angers welling up in your eyes
as i tell you im sick of living these lies.
telling you im just fine

im shaking with fear as i speak these truths
your standing so cold so sad and so aloof
as these memories pass through your mind
just as they did mine.

somethings dieing in your heart
and im breaking us apart.
im sorry i say as i walk away
hiding my anguish
its killing me ... im starting to cry

your doing the same, sitting alone
so cold in your car.
pulling away.
wishing for more.

but sadly as i end this story
the reason is advantagous
these crys become contagious
crys for fear of lonliness.

its only this though
that im already beggining a new
someone who cares more than you.

i'll miss those things we did
the things i told you
the times you held me out of care
and all the reminders.. everywhere.

and as i start to regret my desicion
hes standing at my door.
my new story
the one i'll never want to forget

so these story books i close
the memories are already collecting dust
these new memories that i add to my heart
begin to be the only ones i trust .
[comments] => 3 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 22 [informant] => bttrflynajar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
the memories of this.

Contributed by bttrflynajar on Saturday, 11th June 2005 @ 12:46:18 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



as im flipping through these pictures
these letters
and all thats growing old
im starting to be so lonely
these stories will go untold
stories, great
and far from great
i pick up the phone and its just past 8.
ready to call you
to ask you here

just to end the story
just to end our lie
im calling you here
just to say goodbye
just to break your heart.
praying you wont ask why..
though your tearing us apart.

you dont understand y o u r words
as theyre spilling from m y lips
becoming my own you realize
and slowly you part your lips

angers welling up in your eyes
as i tell you im sick of living these lies.
telling you im just fine

im shaking with fear as i speak these truths
your standing so cold so sad and so aloof
as these memories pass through your mind
just as they did mine.

somethings dieing in your heart
and im breaking us apart.
im sorry i say as i walk away
hiding my anguish
its killing me ... im starting to cry

your doing the same, sitting alone
so cold in your car.
pulling away.
wishing for more.

but sadly as i end this story
the reason is advantagous
these crys become contagious
crys for fear of lonliness.

its only this though
that im already beggining a new
someone who cares more than you.

i'll miss those things we did
the things i told you
the times you held me out of care
and all the reminders.. everywhere.

and as i start to regret my desicion
hes standing at my door.
my new story
the one i'll never want to forget

so these story books i close
the memories are already collecting dust
these new memories that i add to my heart
begin to be the only ones i trust .




Copyright © bttrflynajar ... [ 2005-06-11 12:46:18]
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Re: the memories of this. (User Rating: 1 )
by reprobate on Sunday, 19th June 2005 @ 01:13:17 AM AEST
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cool...i can see the book's pages turn.
good write
thanks for sharing


Re: the memories of this. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 8th January 2006 @ 12:19:11 AM AEST
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"so these story books i close
the memories are already collecting dust
these new memories that i add to my heart
begin to be the only ones i trust ."

way to be positive, and true, i dont kow oyu, but im proud of you for this


Re: the memories of this. (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 31st January 2006 @ 05:41:36 PM AEST
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wow...i love the imagery and the feeling you get from reading this. you have an amazing gift, and true, god-given, talent

great write! i loved it!

- Beth -




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