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I sit talking to her, watching her eyes dance in the firelight.
I cannot take in the words she is saying.
Her elegance and figure filling the room.
What do I say to her?
What should I do for her?

She talks back to me, trying to make me listen
But I cant.
I just stare at her face, her skin smooth and unimpeded.
What do I want from her?
What does she want from me?

The fire turns to embers, a glowing husk of what it once was.
And still we talk, her filling my head with her words,
like some insane poison.
What do we want from life?
What does she want from life?

The fire burns out completely, leaving the room darkened.
Lit only by her soul.
We talk in the darkness,
without time or place.
Why is she here?
Why am I here?

And finally it is morning, the dawn chorus bringing us round.
I cannot explain anymore.
She says goodbye
A final goodbye? Or just till later?
Why am I?
Why is she?
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Why?

Contributed by Franko on Sunday, 6th November 2005 @ 05:40:56 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

Why?

I sit talking to her, watching her eyes dance in the firelight.
I cannot take in the words she is saying.
Her elegance and figure filling the room.
What do I say to her?
What should I do for her?

She talks back to me, trying to make me listen
But I cant.
I just stare at her face, her skin smooth and unimpeded.
What do I want from her?
What does she want from me?

The fire turns to embers, a glowing husk of what it once was.
And still we talk, her filling my head with her words,
like some insane poison.
What do we want from life?
What does she want from life?

The fire burns out completely, leaving the room darkened.
Lit only by her soul.
We talk in the darkness,
without time or place.
Why is she here?
Why am I here?

And finally it is morning, the dawn chorus bringing us round.
I cannot explain anymore.
She says goodbye
A final goodbye? Or just till later?
Why am I?
Why is she?

Copyright © Franko ... [ 2005-11-06 05:40:56]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Why? (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 6th November 2005 @ 07:04:30 AM AEST
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Now u have me going around hearing Fran-ko,
etc.,etc, but darn I called him Tarzan and He called me Jane but his name is Frank.
Both your writes are very strong brain joggers which is a good thing.
huggs,
emy

Re: Why? (User Rating: 1 )
by JenJen on Sunday, 6th November 2005 @ 08:49:44 AM AEST
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this is a really good poem well done i can relate

Re: Why? (User Rating: 1 )
by assassinatorgirl on Sunday, 6th November 2005 @ 09:31:01 PM AEST
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beautiful... i hope that it is returned one day

Re: Why? (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamPoetess on Tuesday, 8th November 2005 @ 03:31:20 PM AEST
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Is she still around, perhaps a strong friendship is there, not so much a deep burning love type, just deep friends:> I see one person being sidetracked by beauty, the other one trying to grasp attention:>
Great write, thank you for messageing me to let me know of it, always do that for me:> Is that right, unreturned love for a friend, or a love not being given, I know what unrequited love is, just I feel backwards in thought reading this, anyway, message me, explain please, thank you Franko, (Sebastion Major)

Meagan:>

Re: Why? (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflygirl40 on Monday, 28th November 2005 @ 03:20:32 AM AEST
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nice poem

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