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[aid] => mick
[title] => Breathe
[time] => 2005-04-03 00:45:45
[hometext] => Someone once told me that the worst way to miss someone is to sit right next to them and know you can't have them. They're wrong. THIS is the worst way to miss someone...
[bodytext] => (I breathe in) You wrap your arms around me… I can’t see the carnival. I can’t see anything or anyone… Just you… Just me… Everything else disappears. Your hands are cold, but they seem warm. I feel safe… …Breathless… …loved… …happy for once… …ready to die before letting you go. But you walk away. Why ain’t I dying? I wish you didn’t…please come back. I’m praying that you’ll come back. But you don’t turn around. (God, Don't let him see me cry) Come back… (Now's not the time for tears) Hold on to me so I can smile… So I can feel you again… I’m still praying silently, That you’ll come hold me again. But you don’t. You just keep walking. I pick up my stuff, and sigh… (As I breathe out) ~(Re: October 31, 2003: Halloween Carnival) *Note: The day in the poem was a Halloween Carnival that was being held near my love's home. During this time, I was not allowed to have any contact with him whatsoever because of the fact that my parents didn't approve, as well as everyone else that saw us together except for my best friend. He liked me too at the time, but was scared to get close to me, for until that day, I had not seen him for months. That's why he walked away. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 24 [informant] => JacobsKK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 53 [ratings] => 11 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LoveRemembered )
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