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[hometext] => Sometimes no matter how much it hurts,we have to let go of the person we love..But if you truly love them,then,you must let them walk (an older poem..and yes he walked but came back again *huge smiles*)
[bodytext] => Late night walks down empty streets,my destination unclear Searching through the darkness,in hope that you'll appear A deep and inner desperation, surges 'neath my wintered skin As I stand beside a streetlight,and close my eyes to seek within Any kind of comfort,that will hold me close until such times That I can search these nights no more,because you will be mine For all that you have given,I should reflect a thousand smiles Yet I'm tangled up in sadness,to think of you across the miles To hear the presence of your heartbeat,as I lie upon your chest To feel your arms around me,to be safe with love and blessed Rain drizzles cold from winters sky,joining with my tears for you I bow my head in silent prayer,Please GOD see us through Help us to come together,touch on a love we've never known Losing ourselves in each others eyes,never again to be alone All this time spent dreaming of you,while puddles form and fill Theres a smile yet its shadowed,as my sadness lingers still I turn my back on the faceless street,head down, I feel the pull Of tormenting words within my mind,again myself I fool Believing any beautiful love,could ever be more than a dream I look back at the desolate street,we are the same it seems Through daylight hours we accomodate,life and passersby Yet when the night comes calling,alone for hours we lie I know somehow I've deeply sinned,I've no right to need of you There's a sadness in my smile,it's all that I can do If our being together was in GOD'S will,surely we both know That everything we feel right now,would be free to flow At heart I know you love me,and if you could,you'd be Here tonight in the rain,sharing everything with me With rain swept streets behind me,I let my body roam at will To seek wherever it needs to be,to lose this painful chill Dogs are barking at my presence,or could it be they feel The dreams that are my shackles,a prisoner of the unreal On the surface I will cast you free,yet deep inside you'll always be Your peace of mind and happiness,means so much to me With these last thoughts,my body aches,it's now I have to face The letting go of all the smiles,that my dreams had once embraced I look up to find I'm standing,again beside the same streetlight All this time I've been roaming,around in circles through the night I'll remember everything,all you meant to me and mean still With a sadness in my smile,you know I always will............ [comments] => 3 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 43 [informant] => LovingWhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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