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Stories, Are What We Became (REPOST)
Contributed by
misterright
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Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 08:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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There was a time she and I
Were together most every day.
But, decisions we made and circumstances arose,
That sent our lives different ways.
What becomes of a perfect love
If in your lives, you cant make it fit?
After time has passed, years down the road,
What becomes of it?
I think it becomes a story.
Advice with our children we share.
About love that could have been so true,
If life was a little more fair.
The day will come when I have a family,
Two kids and a wife of my own.
A steady job that pays the bills.
And a comfortable two story home.
Ill spend my days with my wife and kids,
But a secret of mine Ill hide.
That everyday I remember the love I lost,
In my heart, Ill lock the story inside.
The day will come when my little boy,
Starts becoming a man.
Hell want my help when he starts dating girls,
So Ill advise him the best I can.
Ill sit down with my growing son,
The first time his heart has been broken.
Ill tell him the story of the one I lost.
Words till now, have been left unspoken.
Ill tell my son about the girl I loved so,
Son, she was the light of my life.
Long before your mother came along,
Shes whom I wanted for my wife.
For a moment of our lives
We shared a love, so pure and so true.
I loved this girl from the depths of my soul
There was nothing, for her, I wouldnt do.
She was so beautiful and so sweet,
From the inside all the way out.
I built my life and dreams around her
For her, I didnt want to live without.
We were so happy side by side,
As though we would never part.
But still, we were so young.
And she, so confused at heart.
We were so close to happiness,
Yet still so far away.
Eventually, she went back to her ex,
And I could no longer stay.
Son, you know I love your mother,
And love her I always will.
But every day I remember the one I lost.
And if she were here Id love her still.
I do enjoy the life Ive made.
And Id trade you for nothing, you know.
But from time to time I cant help but wonder,
Where would I be if I hadnt let her go?
Son, I know that your heart is broken.
And youre dealing with great pain.
But for the rest of your life youll remember her.
And when youre alone youll whisper her name.
I realize how much you love this girl,
From her, your thoughts will never be free.
But with some time, the hurt will subside,
And your story is what shell be.
She too will have a family of her own
A daughter and a couple of boys
I know shell be the best of mothers
And spoil them all with toys
Shell treat her children like precious jewels
Just as shes always planned
But the day will come when her little girls grown
And her feelings she cant understand
Shes grown an attraction towards two different men
And shell turn to her mother for care
Now mother will have to give her advice
And from her heart this story shell tare:
Kiddo, I know just how you feel.
There was a time before you were born,
There were two guys so important to me,
And between them I was torn.
From day to day my love would sway,
To the point I could take it no more.
One guy Id known for two years,
The other, my boyfriend for four.
Your fathers the one I finally chose,
And Im happy with the life I lead.
Hes given me my beautiful children,
And most of what I need.
But the one I chose to let go,
Him I never forgot.
And though I havent seen him for years,
I still think of him quite a lot.
He loved me like no other had.
Tried to make all my dreams come true.
Whenever I had a problem to face,
He stood by me all the way through.
He was there for me not only physically,
But emotionally as well
He was the one I trusted,
When I had a secret to tell.
Because my emotions were so confused,
I kept putting him through so much pain.
But time after time he spoke of true love,
And his heart had never changed.
There were times I said I wanted him.
Then my mind changed the other way.
Maybe I never gave us the chance,
Because I always thought hed stay.
To this day I sometimes think,
Was it true love I could not see.
I wonder, had I chosen him,
Where our lives would be.
Darling I tell you this now,
Because you too have to choose.
Make sure you know exactly what you want,
Because one of them youll lose.
Dont be hasty, search your heart through,
Make certain you choose well.
For the one you decide to let go,
Will become just a story you tell.
So, this is what happens when love is lost.
It becomes nothing more than a tale.
Advice we give to our children,
In hopes they will prevail.
Copyright ©
misterright
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2003-07-18 08:35:00]
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Re: Stories, Are What We Became (REPOST)
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by addie on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 11:54:22 AM AEST
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hey curtis .. how r you..gr8 to see u posting again ... have missed ur poetry all this while. "Child, Forever Unborn" was a gr8 write too .. and this one has been my personal favourite ....though i still hope its not the end... u know how we r in quite the same boat .... i would still hope things work out for u .....
love
addie
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Re: Stories, Are What We Became (REPOST)
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by DreamWeaver on
Friday, 18th July 2003 @ 08:16:22 PM AEST
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| This is an awesome write ... you are wise beyond your years ... I'm so sorry that things have finally turned out this way ... I relate to your situation very well .. Jan |
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