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A poem for you
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2003
What are you doing tonight?
No wait
I don’t want to know
Cause I can bet you’re holding her
Trying to forget me or maybe not needing too
And I can see you two making love in the rain on the swing in the park
Or you telling her about your future plains in Africa, cuddled close in the dark
And I know that what I’m doing is taking this bus home in the rain
Passing that old bus stop and writing a poem of you again
I got his side of the story and you've almost got it down pat
Much Love
Ashley
Don't we all hate that which is love.
The unfortunate part is that in some ways I suppose we thrive on it too, hate has to come from somewhere.
I know how you feel, freedom is lonely.
nikki
Nicole.J.Burgesss
And she passed by as he watched her slip away... again... past the park and the memories they shared... was it all just in his mind... or had she really cared?... and he would see her in his dreams... again... as she was... how they used to be... so close... so together... but always... so damn... far apart... would this rain ever stop... would the clouds ever clear... in his heart?
Oops... sorry to tromp all over your poem like this but I felt so compelled to tell his side of this like I was seeing it through his eyes... your poetry always gives me such beautiful visions