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What We've Become |
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Rhiannon Member
since 1999-07-28
Posts 95Fayetteville, TN USA |
What We've Become So this is what we've become Snappish and hurtful and weak The silence speaks the things that We can't get past our lips But the pain in my heart Still exists The fires of my regrets singe me How prophetic, how poetic You used to touch me and say you Loved the way I looked Playing me by the book How high you took me, and How low you've brought me now Yesterday I tried to love you But today I don't know how There is comfort in solitude I can shake off the terror of dreams Feel the cold of lonliness That isn't as cold as it seems It's a blessing in disguise The blessing I can't find Alone, still loving you. ------------------ The night is my companion The solitude my guide Would I spend forever here And not be satisfied? Sarah MacLachlan, "Possession" |
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Kenneth Ray Taylor Member
since 1999-11-11
Posts 139Duluth, Minnesota, USA |
An expressive poem, but I had trouble understanding the last few lines. |
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caroline Senior Member
since 1999-08-16
Posts 1218http://members.xoom.com/belladona123/index.htm |
This is exquisitely done...the feelings pour out of it...the same ones that sit bottled up inside of me. You've expressed it perfectly, Rhiannon  ------------------ Time's fun when you're having flies~~Kermit the Frog |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Nicely written ------------------ Alis volat propriis (She flies with her own wings) |
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