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another day

Contributed by spooky on Monday, 15th December 2008 @ 05:11:44 PM in AEST
Topic: DreamsandWishes



we travel in time,with our imaginations,
we search for the things that meant so much to us,
we try to find answers, but find none,
what did we do wrong,

we search for reasons, of the why we didn't do it,
we ask our self, what if we did,
would it have made a diffrence,
we ask our self's what did we do wrong,

we wanted to say the words like please,i do care, or even i love you,
but we didn't,
we wanted to walk to that person and to have put your arm around them,
but we didn't,
we wanted to share a special night with them,
but your such a fool, you let slip through your fingers,
your answer would be,
why didn't i say something,

we travel in time to find answers,
but those answers were already answered,
nothing you can do about it,
except live off the dreams of it,
i do every night, i wonder what if,

i stare at the ceiling,
and i see the things that made me happy that day,
but then i fall asleep,
and awaken by the sound of the alarm clock ,
and look at the ceiling again,
and it's another day with out her,

craig s. meeks





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Re: another day (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 15th December 2008 @ 05:37:58 PM AEST
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Craig,
you captured your honest thoughts well in this write.
As well as questions all of us can relate too.
It is a circle isn't it?
We cant go back but we can learn from regret and act on our feelings in the future.

Michelle

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Re: another day (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 16th December 2008 @ 10:07:44 AM AEST
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yes, i know this feeling all too well unfortunately. you have described it better than i ever could. wonderful write.

-phil


Re: another day (User Rating: 1 )
by Almostheaven4u on Tuesday, 16th December 2008 @ 03:51:41 PM AEST
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Throughout the entire read I was amazed by the words of another who shares my feelings on regret and this is so beautiful, wonderful and tearfully heart felt!
I read it several times!


i stare at the ceiling,
and i see the things that made me happy that day,
but then i fall asleep,
and awaken by the sound of the alarm clock ,
and look at the ceiling again,
and it's another day with out her,

Your thought's have touched me deeply!
Teresa.










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