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To The Left. Of The Third Back Row..
Contributed by
CommasCanSeperate
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Saturday, 22nd January 2011 @ 05:05:45 AM in AEST
Topic:
DreamsandWishes
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This is in dreams and wishes. Because I wish he'd come back. And it sounds nice. And he deserved every nicety. As does she.
I miss him
I miss his curly hair
I even miss that silly little moustache he used to annoy me with
I miss how he used to tease my about not eating my crusts
I hate how little I remember of him, yet everything I miss was good
I miss how he used to make faces at me and muck around
I miss how sometimes we’d play chases
I even miss the stench of smoke that came from him sometimes
I miss that blue jumper and those jeans he always wore
I miss his black and grey mess, he used to say if I ate my crusts I’d get hair like him
I never wanted hair like that, so I giggled
I miss how she used to be so happy, still is, it’s not the same
I miss his laugh, I remember it, it was like a chuckle..
I miss her laugh too…
I miss him stealing cakes if she baked anyway
I hate how I never let this out earlier…
I wonder why the tears are rushing down my cheeks
trying to find an escape from my body, that misses him so
I never really knew how much an impact he had
How much I guess I liked, loved him
How much fun he was and how he was taken away
How wrong it was, and how I did nothing about it
And how the tears turn hot with anger for not doing anything
I was helpless, careless, silly..
I remember going to his grave once, and we put flowers down
I remember the gravel crunching on mine and her shoes
I remember that it’s to the left, at the back rows…
I remember that she didn’t seem the same after he was gone
She was always quiet, but now he’s gone, part of her is missing
I hate it, how little I remember yet how the tears are streaming down my ivory cheeks
Just for the emotion that I miss so, just for the fun
Just for that childhood, that I want back, with him
We could be so close, it’s wasted and I wish it wasn’t
And there’s nothing I did do then and nothing I can do now.
Because it’s all too late.
And these tears mean nothing; they’re never going to bring him back
Why are they still rolling…
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2011-01-22 05:05:45]
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Re: To The Left. Of The Third Back Row..
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by Anoo on
Tuesday, 25th January 2011 @ 01:52:54 PM AEST
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This is very sad. I can picture everything you've described as flash backs from the past. I like the way you ended your lengthy remorseful verses.
I enjoyed it truly felt the anguish. |
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