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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She was just a girl, Running through the woods Gardens to follow and her heart was dancing Like a gentle fall between the weather of it all Her eyes were partly mine, partly the winds, She was terribly beautiful but her pains scarred her Until the wind cut her skin so dry, I could see the grimace between her eyes. I loved her but didnÕt understand her, CouldnÕt watch the pain of her brittle hands Tear another strand of hair from her delicate head, For this I was lost, for this I was sorry, For this I began to apologize to the ceiling of my room at night before I went to bed. I wanted her to run to another place Where her thoughts didnÕt become her mistrust, The grass has a way of forgiving your thoughts Has a way of hiding your fears and bleeding your tears But, where we grew up, there were no fields, There were no forests to run through, So a quiet little room heard a girls tears all throughout her teenage years. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Terrific, dear Tomer. Love, Margherita |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This reminds me of Forrest Gump's girlfriend, Jennie. It was sad, descriptive, absolute in the complexity of relationships that we might only know through our eyes. Well done, Tomer. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
well done Tomer... as sunshine said relationships are complex, and you've captured some of that here, through your eyes and words... |
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