Forgotten
11 January, 2003
Author: Ed
I stand here screaming. no one hears me.
I stand here bleeding. no one sees me.
then I hear your voice.
then I close my eyes and feel the warm embrace of your words.
I know then, that until the end of all time we are meant for each other.
you know this as well.
together we stay in our separate reality.
content with each other
content. until him.
you see him and every thought of me disapears
so in my dreary desolate place I dream of you.
I dream of the good times and not of the bad.
so alone here I sit in wait.for you
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Martin Vann (65.57.56.20) -- Wednesday, February 12 2003, 06:41 pm Ed, so many of us have been there, loving one, who has another. As long as you can survive this way, well, I guess your heart tells you its the thing to do. Fate is a wicked, kind, humurous, loving and magical thing. Who knows what may come of this. My real concern is, what will become of you? I hope you figure it out, but if, you have any doubt about.h this realtionship, well, sorry, wish I could help, but, can't. All I can say is, I hope your dreams come true, I have been there myself and understand. Good luck, enjoyed the sharing way you told it like is. MartinV |
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