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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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Autumn leaves cover the lawn A naked maple's clothes They rustle in the breeze at dawn Warning of the coming cold Just like them our time had come To drop the romance we'd outgrown (build) This ol house became our first care Painting rooms making repairs Key's still there under the mat Near the porch chairs where we sat Chorus: But I get like this sometimes Thinking bout you fills my mind Your black hair and your red lips The scent of you when we kissed Your fancy soaps in the shower Making love, talking for hours Kitchen looks so bare at breakfast Eatin toast makes a lonely crunch A voiceless time but who'd guess We'd grow tired of being one And we tried hard to make the best Of what was left of our lost love (build 2) Last year we vacationed camping Sang songs by the fire beautifully But the whole thing left us hanging Without love, just friends in need Chorus: But I get like this sometimes Thinking bout you fills my mind Your black hair and your red lips The scent of you when we kissed Your fancy soaps in the shower Making love, talking for hours Wind chimes ring on the patio Your image drifts out of sight Took the long way but now we know Sometimes lovers aren't for life Birds in the feeder come and go And I feel alone but I'm alright (build 3) I'll miss all the holidays But who knew when we started Years later we would change And time would find us parted Chorus: But I get like this sometimes Thinking bout you fills my mind Your black hair and your red lips The scent of you when we kissed Your fancy soaps in the shower Making love, talking for hours true love never looks after it's own interests |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah, Eric. This song/poem hits me pretty hard. I am less than a week away from what you wrote about happening to me. Just pointing out something, hope you don't mind . . . "Eatin toast makes a lonely crunch" (I think you left out a ") Don't think you meant the word as it is described in the Urban Dictionary . . . http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=eatin ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Jerry, That's very interesting, and you're right, I simply meant eating with singer's no cafe attitude about exact grammer........so drop the "g".......... Lol! Thanks Jerry much appreciated sorry to hear it might happen to you. Eric |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
romantic blues, reminiscing brings out such moods into your poemSong. ( what's that about the crunch word, was it originally grunch or brunch?) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thanks J Glad you liked the mood setting. I think it was the word "eatin" in question. I appreciate the visit and comment. Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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