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[title] => Uninvited
[time] => 2007-04-28 03:08:06
[hometext] => Been too long folks!!!! Hope you like!!!!
[bodytext] => You walk through my door uninvited; The same way you walked into my life, Looking back on it, now. I suppose it’s a good thing too, if you’d have waited, Waited for me to offer, You would have been stood in the cold for a long, long time. Too young for regret, or so others tell me; Don’t think I could ever believe in it, anyway; They’re empty promises, futile wishes; Like souls without dreams. Something not quite half-formed, but there anyway. I’d wonder where you’d go, sometimes; When you were absent; with me but not. I was never enough to tie you to the present, That far away look that would drift through your senses; Something, or someone, pulling you back to the past. Or maybe forwards, towards something new. Someone new. Just not me. It wasn’t that we never loved; We loved enough, maybe too much, This realisation dawns on me as I watch you pace the floor. Offering words, that my mind can’t form into phrases, sentences. Need. Love. Hope. The opposite of regret. Or is it? A hope is a wish, and so is a regret. You wish you’d done things differently, you wish that this would happen. Maybe they can’t exist without each other. Despite their differences, they need each other. Like I need you. I wish that you’d need me. Oh. Wait. You just said that you do. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 272 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Ruby2sdy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 22 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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