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[title] => Letting Go
[time] => 2011-08-27 16:33:00
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[bodytext] => Underneath that bright red old oak tree, sits a swing and rope that used to swing so high. Every summer we'd both go outside and sit under the sun, We'd spill all our secrets and speak of our futures together. We were both so sure we'd become famous - some shining star, We never knew the pain it'd take to be so perfect. You left me not long before I made it into this business, But it's not all we cracked it up to be and I'm loosing myself I've forgotten who I was and all the games we use to play, No matter how late I lay awake at night it still escapes me. All the memories we made that summer at the mount, All the waves we jumped over and the sandcastles we built. But now all the sand is slowly sinking away into the sea, Soon there isn't going to be much left to find security in. I'll be here all alone playing my game of perfect pretend, When the camera turns off these tears start flowing but they'll never know. Today I took a walk down to that beach we played at and sat in the sand. I saw two little girls building a sandcastle - laughing together. When I looked at my side I saw my hand empty as ever, How I wished you could be here again to play pretend with me. I walked up that long driveway along the cobble footpath, I walked to that bright red oak tree we sat at time and time again. The swing and rope still tied in their silly loose little knots, I sat down on the swing I picked my legs up and finally let go. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 270 [topic] => 32 [informant] => steppingstones [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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