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Not Yet Started
Contributed by
chuckx
on
Saturday, 12th July 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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It is over, then, when my heart can breathe, beat again; not to bind in seeing you But every time I walk to your door my breath stops, the music skips, the orchestra in my head leans forward to catch any changes in the notes; a new direction to loving you. And I thought that I had covered all the angles, torn my contract, but it looks like Im here again writing about you.
Needing a climax, though, not even near the foreplay, I find myself without a lover, no plot, only the scenes wash by the directors chair without the dialogue to meet you; only the sound of your footsteps down the stair, where I cant follow: beyond my stage, through the wings to the exit where the star departs, finished with this poem; and Im dreading the end, (not yet started.)
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chuckx
... [
2003-07-12 16:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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