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12:20 am on the road through Oregon
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12:20 am on the road through Oregon |
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Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
There comes a moment Where truth is told And it does not matter. There comes a time When past parts as null Making way for the better. There comes a second When you hesitate to say a word For fear of causing pain. That words become feelings You have to break them These thoughts you disdain. There comes a moment When you look into the eyes Of whom you want to love. And have to trust them Your memories, your pasts All become undone. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Oh Michael this is so very true...your memories, your pasts all become undone |
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Jamie Member Elite
since 2000-06-26
Posts 3168Blue Heaven |
Very nice. Jamie Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil. "Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely". |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
LOL Last night at 12:20 I was on a road in Oregon and it didn't inspire me to a poem..I'm jealous!!!!!! Good'un  ~Heather |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
That words become feelings You have to break them These thoughts you disdain. There comes a moment When you look into the eyes Of whom you want to love. And have to trust them Your memories, your pasts All become undone. --------------- this is excellent... those last 2 verses speak to me with such a depth ... very well expressed emotions I do some of my best pondering on white lines at night ... something about driving and the night lights... and perhaps the destination ... take care jm |
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