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Ethan

Contributed by Daniella on Thursday, 13th July 2006 @ 09:11:10 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



the steering wheel slides through trembling fingers
and the rear view mirror reflects the light
of bright eyes in the distance
glowing cold but still in sight
the rain that dances on the windshield
disguises the dancers on my face
as the green numbers of the clock
blur and anticipate
the deafening sound of the changing seconds
as the clock ticks out of time
and my lips can taste you on them
as the force of the wind begins to climb
And the storm announces it's prescence
tapping its finger tips on the window pane
making me believe i'm somehow not alone
and that i can find solace in the rain
i replay a conversation
i recall a lingering look
i relive a backward glance
and i remember how a kiss was all it took
and i know i'd love to think
that he's really not that far away
his hand outrstretched as i came toward him
i'm sorry love, i must have swayed the wrong way




Copyright © Daniella ... [ 2006-07-13 21:11:10]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Ethan (User Rating: 1 )
by Jane_Doe on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 12:05:16 AM AEST
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I think I'm crying a little. This was so very hard for me to read just because I felt so sorry for you, so sad. I loved it though, so I read it twice. Your words were so heart-felt and each thought seemed so emotionally loaded. I also really liked how descriptive and symbolic you were with your imagery. Amazing write.

Jane Doe (is stunned with sorrow)


Re: Ethan (User Rating: 1 )
by Bruce on Friday, 14th July 2006 @ 03:52:15 AM AEST
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beautiful write




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