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Triangular Stone

Contributed by Franciswolf on Sunday, 24th December 2006 @ 10:21:10 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



I’d have traded my dreams for you and this place
Makes me wonder why you want me now, a lifetime away
With a cold wind blowing in, I’d peer into your casket home
a world away, in some triangular stone

You’ve three sides round. I’m different then you remember me
One side knows that and the other is just so blind
And on long walks by memorial parades I could tell you
Text messaging is no communication for the other side through

When I wanted it all and was more then a shell
you’d of left me alone like a penny on the ground
Like Lincoln’s face I’d frown at you upside down and picked up
Somebody would of called that good luck

And in front me, I see that old saying so clear,
“You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone”
But it’s been scratched soft, graffiti splashed by night muses
And now, “You don’t know what you want till it chooses”

I’ve seen a couple streets, a couple paths, a couple in the dark
They walk around this town, like it’s a cathedral ground waiting for someone to marry them off
And I’m just listening, picking up my medicine; I’ve never felt so very alone
With what I want, haven had what it’s chose in some triangular stone





Copyright © Franciswolf ... [ 2006-12-24 22:21:10]
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Re: Triangular Stone (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Monday, 25th December 2006 @ 09:46:53 PM AEST
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Outstanding write.

Michelle




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