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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Early Hours
[time] => 2003-01-23 21:00:00
[hometext] => Confused and muddled thoughts are always best written down upon paper to sift through and rearrange, to gain perspective.
[bodytext] => I cried for the sacredness of it
I cried for the… I don’t know… don’t say that… it hurts to be called a ***** I ran my hands over my face as a symbol of cleansing the emotions and the air surrounding my tired body Life is love in such brutal ways Love that is passion is pain in the most beautiful ways Closing your eyes and looking up into the night skies is a waste of a beautiful view whether it’s clouded over or not Try to pick out the position of the moon behind the clouds Breathing frost filtered through dim porch lights Warm arms under cold streetlights at 3am I wake up at 2am in my own bed and forget where I am Thinking I’m with you Hearing cat bells ringing and walking out into the lounge, blinking into the harsh fluorescent lighting Calmed by the sight of dying petunias in my blue vase upon my kitchen table Cigarettes and coffee do not seem like an adequate substitution for him at these early hours Give me that cheap wine and a distraction until my insomnia passes and I can wake up at 8am in the same state of temporary confusion Give me a moment to think about kissing your cheek as you sleep and slipping my naked body into your oversized dressing gown Writing in my journal on your back porch with a cigarette and glass of juice Walking back in to see you look up at me as I enter Didn’t mean to wake you, dear Nap quietly with my hand in yours until I can’t keep my eyes closed anymore Watching you sleep in those sunlit midday hours This reminds me of the morning I awoke in your old house In your old bed You watching me with a coffee in your hand as I slept I felt beautiful Completely trusting Content Happy [comments] => 1 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 2 [informant] => Raidne [notes] => [ihome] => 1 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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