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[aid] => mick
[title] => Till Silver Hues Emerge from Gray
[time] => 2005-02-16 13:45:42
[hometext] => (comments appreciated)
[bodytext] => Sometimes when curled up silent still, Wrapped in cotton sheets; my Eyes grow wet, so wet again, With salty liquid grief. Deep within the darkest hour, an unseen figure creeps. bears me far far off so near again, on wings of sand he reaps. Its here I first laid eyes on you, the beauty surreal, so real. The life I’d give my life to keep so dearly near. No longer safe, hidden deep within my chest, my gentle heart you steal, expose: a poet armed with a single rose. Last night they hurt us, you and I. Left a scratch, below your lovely eye. The cut, it bled; it bled so bad. Sad, I wiped your cheek . On my shirt was left a bloody streak. Our eyes met, you smiled; With but a look said things words couldn’t say, so deep the most romantic speech, could never properly convey. You leaned against my shoulder, I cradled you when you leaned back, to rest your head, tired in my lap. … …and as always, alone I was left, by the grand sand theft, of the malicious gray morn… …you’re not beside me, I panic and fret, till I remember: as of yet, we’ve never met, at least not in a sense. So I patiently await the day, silver hues emerge from gray. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 14 [informant] => zaknafein8891 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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