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Gabriel Frost Member
since 2002-08-15
Posts 216Between midnight thoughts |
Dear.... Hello my love I never had, I know you'll never read, Half the tears I put in words, That I've placed at your feet. Life is such a fragile thing, And joy is as the sun, It's always there yet sometimes obscured, By complexities like mental clouds. The truth is love, if time were to cease, And I had a choice of one thing to keep, That one state I'd wish to forever be, Is with you in my arms for eternity. I know this makes no sense, Because the life we life restricts, The choice we're allowed to make, And the chances that we take. Yet counted a fool I would gladly choose, To hold you one second more, Because we've had our chance already, And some things come only once. If I could live it over... God, I can't believe you never told me... How come you could have said it to her, But not tell me that you loved me.. I'd give a thousand yesterdays for a tomorrow with you, And a thousand tomorrows for a today with you here, Baby why is it you're so far away, It's like just yesterday you were so near. Part of me says the one I loved, Never did exist, But when a certain wind blows, I feel your arms around me still. My mind says you never loved me, My heart wants to believe you did, But you knew that you complete me, And yet our affinity you killed. And though I want to hold you, Even though I crave your love, I know that I should scold you, But my heart wont let me now. In between moments I feel you, We were written in the stars, My cold facade is see through, All that I need, you are. Now the only place I see you, Is in the faded refection, Of the pain you’ve put me through, Trapped within this teardrop. Afraid to close my eyes, In fear of haunting dreams, Sodden with lingering presence, Of three words... My God, I can’t even write of that last dream, That made me pick up the phone, With itchy fingertips frantically, Wanting to call your home. So many times I lived us over, Like a splinter in my mind, Or a scratch in a broken record, Or a cut etched within time. And with every nostalgic replay, I think of what I could have said, To alter the miserable outcome, Of this faded picture of my life... Without you... So many things I want to say baby, But I can’t even call you that anymore, I will guard your memory selfishly, Even though I've closed the door. I still see the diamonds in your eyes, And the freshness of your face, I never thought that in the twinkle of an eye, I could lose your tender embrace. Without you I'm just plain ol me, I’m dying here... so cold... I’m broken now, please hold me, Won’t you make me whole... If you could only fathom my love, Then maybe this ordinary guy, Might be just not so ordinary, In your heart one...more...time. [This message has been edited by Gabriel Frost (09-22-2002 04:02 PM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Poured upon the page...regret...captured and exposed in the light of love that will not end. Hold the light. ThisDiamond |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh Gabriel, my heart goes out to you, sweet friend, I hope for true love to fathom the depths of your heart and spread understanding and comfort through it, God Bless You, this is powerfully aching, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Gabriel, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Well said...James |
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