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He'll Listen

Contributed by kiss4roq on Sunday, 1st April 2007 @ 11:15:19 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

He’ll listen

I sat, with an emotionless stare in a somewhat trance,
Looking at the tube, with no less than a glance,
Thinking to myself about what to say,
I don’t know why I was acting that way

I just sat there, for two days straight,
Contemplating an unavoidable verbal fate,
I knew that I couldn’t take it back, once I told him
I couldn’t keep it in; emotions full to the brim

And thus it was, that once it was free,
I would sacrifice a lifetime; an eternity
But for a glimpse, a passing glance, the beauty of dependency,
Entranced, the final starlit dance forever ends in tragedy

“He’ll listen,” I screamed, “He’ll listen, I swear”
Trying to convince myself of that he would care,
And thus I dreamed, a shooting star was born of my illusion,
Saline skies, salty seas, make an immense delusion.

I took out a pen, and tablet or two,
Wrote down my thoughts, strokes of hue,
Smeared the ink with a single tear,
Closed my eyes, and its all I could hear.

I repeated it back, many a times, no emotions spared
“He’ll listen, He’ll listen, I sweared”
I whispered to myself, “I love hm, I do
And I promise, he loves me, he loves me too.”

I did fall hard the first time,
Oh, but it was so sublime,
But I didn’t mind the bruises,
Because, My heart full of excuses.

I picked up the phone, dialed his number,
It rang, and my voice did cumber,
There was no answer,
So I called again, again no answer

I called once more,
I fell to the floor,
There was no answer, but I didn’t care,
He’ll listen, He’ll listen I swear…

Copyright Â© kiss4roq ... [ 2007-04-01 23:15:19]
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Re: He'll Listen (User Rating: 1 )
by Kimberlynn on Tuesday, 3rd April 2007 @ 03:54:48 AM AEST
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I love it!!! something like this happened to me too. This was written very well, keep it up.

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