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[title] => A chance to be a friend
[time] => 2007-08-04 13:15:01
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[bodytext] => I was walking alone last night, I look upon the stars shining so bright, I stopped by to the place where I first met you, Feeling the cold breeze, I think of you, I stare at the door where you first came in, Yes! I can still feel the mem’ries from within, I closed my eyes ‘coz I know that was a long time ago, I closed my eyes ‘coz I don’t want my tears to flow, I sat down and looked around, Smiling, with my feet on the ground, I can still remember the place where I used to sit, Where I always wait for you to pass by, for me to greet, I couldn’t do anything but to sit and reminisce, Don’t know what to do, and what it is, I can still see the times you smiled at me, While I smile back and look at you perfectly, But then it started to rain, God and Satan are again playing a game, It got colder, It got darker, I stood up and started to sing, The song that I heard you sing, a way memories could bring, I walked out and felt the rain, Raised up my hands and screamed out your name, I got down on my knees, broke down and cry, A few minutes, I just looked up and smiled, I was still crying, thinking about those mem’ries, Mem’ries of a special person that I really miss, Thinking that it ain’t gonna happen again, Thinking, I didn’t have the chance to be a friend. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 243 [topic] => 16 [informant] => janice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FriendshipPoetry )
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