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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Bittersweet Goodbye
[time] => 2004-08-01 21:11:08
[hometext] => I really hope you like this one...it came right from my heart
[bodytext] => I feel utterly betrayed as the clock strikes the hour when I must leave you. How dare time continue when we are together? I look into your eyes and know that you know it too. Your grip on me tightens as if you can't bear to let me go. I breathe in and gently touch your cheek in an attempt to console what you are feeling although the same emotion is racing through my veins like a wildfire. I try my best to savor every last second but the fact that I'm not allowed to stay in your arms forever casts its dark shadow on my thoughts. "You know I have to go," I say to you as your lips search for mine. "I know," you reply as our lips touch with a desire that stopped the world from turning. . . but as if taunting us, the clock continues to sing it's bittersweet familiar song. It was getting late. Despite my heart's aching to be near you, I gently kiss your forehead and wriggle free from your embrace. I look into your malachite eyes and smile thinking of the memories we'd made that night and of the next time I will feel as complete as I do now. You keep my gaze as we slowly enter out into the frozen night, hand sweetly grasping hand. As the cold lays its better sting on us, you move closer to me and the desire inside that I was doing all I could to bury once again flushes my face and I need to feel your lips on mine. I pull your body against mine and gently kiss you, hoping that stubborn time would realize our urgency. We pull away and I try to let you go but it seems just so impossible. . . Disillusion returns as I enter my car and begin to drive away. I watch your retreating form in the rearview mirror as I fight the temptation of turning around and running back to you. . . And when you're finally out of sight, the familiar feeling that something inside of me is missing returns, and my heart waits blindly until I can feel complete again. . . [comments] => 2 [counter] => 353 [topic] => 2 [informant] => AloneSheCries [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 13 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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