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Array ( [sid] => 8842 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => No title [time] => 2002-12-19 00:40:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A man with trouble on his mind,,
broken life, and almost wife,,
he loses her one stormy night,,
headlights bright caused her life

he takes his anger out on the law,,
for it was a politician who got away,,
but the law protected the identy of him,,
but i knew who he was,,

I tracked him,,
to take what he took from me,,"my almost wife,,"
I finally cornered him,,as he cornered her,,
he sat crying and said,,
she was my daughter,,how do you think i feel?,,

I ran in anger to my bike,,I decided to run away,,
I reached a tunnel that didn't look right,,
I entered the tunnel,,and saw things that were beautiful,,things i saw that were good,,
with tears in my eye's,,I just wanted to die,,

suddenly i reached the end of the tunnel,,
out and then back in,,but how,,
nothing seemed to make sence,,
i traveled and still the same thing,,,
the exit again,,
why is this happening to me ,,
I just want to leave,, back in again,,

all i wanted to was to die as my almost wife,,but couldn't,,time wouldn't let me ,,
I came to the exit once again,,
but saw a bright light ahead,,
she appeared unto me ,,I stopped,,
she said that" once your able to except life,
and live to your utmost,, you may leave,,,,

For i'll always love you ,,
your my love your my life,,
With tears in my eye's,,I realized I must,
learn to forgive and forget,,,

" to my almost wife, for i'll always love you,,
and knowing that she will always be with me,"

craig s. meeks [comments] => 2 [counter] => 191 [topic] => 22 [informant] => spooky [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

No title

Contributed by spooky on Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 12:40:00 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

A man with trouble on his mind,,
broken life, and almost wife,,
he loses her one stormy night,,
headlights bright caused her life

he takes his anger out on the law,,
for it was a politician who got away,,
but the law protected the identy of him,,
but i knew who he was,,

I tracked him,,
to take what he took from me,,"my almost wife,,"
I finally cornered him,,as he cornered her,,
he sat crying and said,,
she was my daughter,,how do you think i feel?,,

I ran in anger to my bike,,I decided to run away,,
I reached a tunnel that didn't look right,,
I entered the tunnel,,and saw things that were beautiful,,things i saw that were good,,
with tears in my eye's,,I just wanted to die,,

suddenly i reached the end of the tunnel,,
out and then back in,,but how,,
nothing seemed to make sence,,
i traveled and still the same thing,,,
the exit again,,
why is this happening to me ,,
I just want to leave,, back in again,,

all i wanted to was to die as my almost wife,,but couldn't,,time wouldn't let me ,,
I came to the exit once again,,
but saw a bright light ahead,,
she appeared unto me ,,I stopped,,
she said that" once your able to except life,
and live to your utmost,, you may leave,,,,

For i'll always love you ,,
your my love your my life,,
With tears in my eye's,,I realized I must,
learn to forgive and forget,,,

" to my almost wife, for i'll always love you,,
and knowing that she will always be with me,"

craig s. meeks

Copyright © spooky ... [ 2002-12-19 00:40:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: No title (User Rating: 1 )
by gina on Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 07:32:05 AM AEST
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sorry to hear this ,i think this one should be called " my almost wife "
good one

Re: No title (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Thursday, 19th December 2002 @ 10:07:18 AM AEST
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Omg im cryin so hard...my heart is so right there with you Craig..
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:.

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