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Post by Mikepoet on Apr 30, 2004 13:58:46 GMT -5
I take the ring from your ring from your finger, with a teardrop in my eye. A wicked dream that ends this way, help me understand why. I wake up in the morning hoping to find you there. And then I look to the mirror,see the ribbon for your hair. I want to kiss you one more time for what I know will be my last. I cannot ever love again for my love is in the past. Please God can you help me,help me to underastand. One day I'm loving her feeling life is grand. The next day she lies there cold with flowers in her hand.
I do not think I've posted this here yet.
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Hunter
Virtuoso
Fallen Angel
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Post by Hunter on Apr 30, 2004 22:56:35 GMT -5
So sad...
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Post by Mikepoet on May 1, 2004 8:42:12 GMT -5
Yes was a sad moment but I am not sure where it came from. I wrote this in Highschool.
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Eclipse
Apprentice
It's not a matter of luck, it's just a matter of time.
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Post by Eclipse on May 1, 2004 21:57:21 GMT -5
wow...i was blown away by the beauty of this piece. especially:
I wake up in the morning hoping to find you there. And then I look to the mirror,see the ribbon for your hair.
brought tears to my eyes. this is a bittersweet write.
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Post by Mikepoet on May 1, 2004 23:28:48 GMT -5
Thank you so much this is one of my favorites even though I wrote it at 19 yrs old.
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 3, 2004 1:26:23 GMT -5
mikey, beautiful, as always. hey, 19 is not a bad age, alright? x rinna x
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Post by Mikepoet on May 3, 2004 13:55:10 GMT -5
It was for me..Remember my broken leg I mentioned? I had moved to Maine after I graduated after failing 11th grade, got into bad wreck.
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