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[aid] => mick
[title] => My moon
[time] => 2006-03-10 17:24:27
[hometext] => my first free verse
[bodytext] => She was… Sweet…fly Refreshing like so many spring skies Images of false memories Of she and me taking long walks around the park Night… It had seemed so dark, but she was my light Like a million fireflies I was surprised, such a strong star like herself And such a blue man like I could cross paths Chances, like two bullets colliding in the cross fire But we were there. I asked her questions about the war, her life, her heritage I wanted to know it all She brushed it off like ash from a cigarette Like a stormed out block party My words were a loss It was like love for the first time Her vibe flowing through me Feeling her every heart beat Her ever nerve, pulse It was like we…were one One pulse, one vibe One string on that forgotten guitar The stars shining in the night sky Me wishing I could give her every…single…one Glory be, I had found my queen. She was Reminiscing of a time when music was angelic…pure Telling my stories of how she stood up for her justice when the cops were banging at her door Feeling the victory of her past swimming in my soul My core was open, and I was letting her in. This woman was fresh And oh so deep Like thee abyss I was falling, falling, falling So deep in love with this…. This soul that spun my emotions around her finger Like thread to a spool How could I be the fool A mere pawn in this game of chess that she called love To her was pure sport How man men, how fast, and before what date. Was I to be a prize. Completely oblivious to a sight So clearly seen Love, blinding my view A wall standing so tall I couldn’t possibly have seen Feeling lower then a prostitute Love and confusion Making me give it out for free The feeling, not like love But like sex for the first time A lot of pain, a lot of guilt, and a lot of tears Fears of wasted love now come to be The tides of my mind Colliding with me heart Feeling like the earth without my moon You were never true Taking a feeling so divine Shaped into a sport to intrigue the mind I thought you would be mine But love wasn’t my waste of time One bad trip won’t phase me For my moon I’ve just yet to find. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 22 [informant] => worldsenigma [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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