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Contributed by Raphael_Travalia on Thursday, 17th August 2006 @ 08:55:20 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry

Conversations

This is the only time I could talk to you
This is the only place that I could tell you how I feel

These wrongs I have done, I wish I could undo
Too many mistakes, things that I wish were not real

This situation hereif I could do it all again
I would have never said what I said or done what I did, I would have kept it real

Truth is that I never meant to be wrong, only to be right
I was not thinking that night, guess thats why I cant sleep tonight

A couple of bad choices that led to bad actions that led to not picking the right words
I should have let my love choose my adjectives and my heart pick my verbs.

I can still see your eyes looking at me; talking loud, saying everything,
The hurt that your heart wanted to scream, but your mouth could not sing

Eyes are the soul. They say what your heart will not let you
I wish those eyes would quit yelling at me saying that I hurt you

I can see the pain in your eyes and that hurts me more than anything
I know you love me. Just let me explain so you will know it was not a game

I will never leave you nor forsake you, even if I said I was gone for good
I only wanted to leave because I hated myself more than you possibly ever could

You know deep down you are only mad at me because you love me
You hate my sorry ass because you dont know why you love my sorry ass

Let it out tell me you hate me, so we can work on the rest of our lives
Lets make up you know no one can love you better than I

I can think of a million ways to say I am sorry to get back to our life
You know the way it was before, that mo better that was less wrong and mo' right

I just need to see it in your eyes and feel it in your heart
When the; baby Im sorrys and the you know I was wrongs take over the hurt.

Face to face, eye to eye, mind to mind, soul to soul
We talk all the time to each other but we dont listen to what is being said

Even thought it appears my mouth said nothing and you heard nothing
These are the conversations that we are having in my head.

Raphael Travalia

August 2006

Copyright © Raphael_Travalia ... [ 2006-08-17 08:55:20]
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