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Shakesthecoffecan:
I was 15 whe you were born,
still riding a school bus.
The day before your birth was the much
anticipated day I could get a learners permit.

I had a lot to learn.
Mainly that I always would
Have a lot to learn.

There I was,
old enough to be your father,
Sitting in the dark,
Staring at you larger than life.
Janice Ian singing in the background.
You were killing me softly, with your song,
Telling my whole life,
With your few words.
The most you'd spoke in a year.

I sit here now, feeling no older than I did,
stepping off that bus at my driveway.
Still going on, safe from the bullet once again.
Kicking myself because I knew things were not right
For with you, like what could I do?

I am caught in that place, between what I know,
And what I try to believe,
That you had a purpose in this world, that came with a price,
And if that price was worth it.
I will carry on my friend,
I will make sure, it was not in vain.

Blessed are those who dance with fire,
They shall light the way for the rest of us.

Shakesthecoffecan:
When the night comes
And the sky grows ashen dark,
Reach around and hug my neck,
Wisper my name and smile.

I will feel it.  ;)

injest:

--- Quote from: Shakestheground on February 09, 2008, 01:27:39 am ---When the night comes
And he sky grows ashen dark,
Reach around and hug my neck,
Wisper my name and smile.

I will feel it.  ;)

--- End quote ---

 :) :( :)

Shakesthecoffecan:
Valentines Day, 2008

Yes I am a plump onion,
Tears and all,
Roll thru the day of scepticism,
Bounce along with the bumps
And the ruts in the road.

Unseen, the world I keep below the surface,
A life I judge you would not approve of,
If I cared enough about you to tell.
Below that the sacred dance of lovers,
The tortured coat hanger dance.
Ever now and again bendingback
To the original shape.

And on my face
A smile I wear, for no one here.
I wear it for a guy out there in the world,
Who gave it to me.
The guy who likes me.
He who makes my steps leave the earth,
And the knot in my chest,
Act like a heart.

 ;)

Kd5000:
That's a nice poem Truman. I've been looking on the internet today for love poems to post. As I said in my PM to you, I'm not quite the poet.  So far, I haven't found one that catches my mood which would be "bittersweet" right now... :-\   

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