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[aid] => mick
[title] => Life on mute.
[time] => 2006-11-12 19:50:25
[hometext] => I know my stanzas aren't all the same length.
[bodytext] => A brutal fight last thursday night blood fell from my nose and now I have bruises from my head to my toes. "A tissue my dear" said a boy that was near. His front two teeth were crooked. He wiped my tears I could tell he had a few beers. "So who won?" he said I just turned my head He told me his name was Aiden. He talked to me for the rest of the night his eyes were green and his teeth were white. We walked all around this place all night through the city he told me even with make up streaked down my face that I still looked pretty. He held my hand. We walked through the park and kissed each other in the dark. He was amazing in his own way and I wouldn't even try to say I wish he was mine. We ran through the sprinklers in the grass I wanted this feeling to forever last I showed him my apartment. He said I'm someone he'll always remember he came to visit every 25th of december. He calls me his cuddledud. On december 25th 2038 he asked me to go on a date. From behind his back he pulled out a rose got on one knee and he proposed. He smelled really good that day. He told me when we met he ment every word he said. Even if he looked awful and his speech was slurred He's totally in love with me and I never had to say a word. ( If you don't understand the title, the girl in this poem is a mute.) [comments] => 3 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 2 [informant] => miss_erika [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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