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Jane, Long Gone Friend in Trouble
Contributed by
calista
on
Sunday, 1st February 2004 @ 09:42:55 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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February 1, 2004
all this time
i mourned our losses
but not until tonight
can i truly feel your fright
sometimes i imagine
what would happen
if you walked through the door
and said you didn’t want to fight anymore
maybe i’d get a random phone call
and it would be you, ending it all
but that day never came
and it began to fade
and life as i knew it went on just the same
and not until tonight
can i truly feel your fright
sometimes i wonder
what’s going on with you
are you happy?
smiling, with friends?
i’d be glad for you.
are you sad?
crying, alone?
i’d be sad for you.
but not until tonight
can i truly feel your fright
once in awhile
i’ll have this strange feeling
like maybe, just maybe
you’re thinking about it too
about back before everything
decayed for you
but not until tonight
can i truly feel your fright
sometimes
when alone with myself
there are no words or rhymes
just the sudden urge to die
and i wonder
if it’s like that for you too
but not until tonight
can i truly feel your fright
i try to empathize
open my mind
take in what you feel
try to make believe for you what is real
try to comprehend
try to be a separated friend
but not until tonight
can i truly say
i don’t understand your fright
i’ve only memories and rumors of you,
only the best, only the worst
enough to make any person burst
try as i might
i cannot conceive your fright
i heard from the mouths of friends
sightings of you, knowledge of you
and i can only hope it’s not true
while i pray because i know it is for you
poor thing, it seems, are the words to say
but i dont want to pity a friend that way
days i’ve spent wondering if you regret
what happened between us
and i forget
you’ve more to tend to, to grieve than this
it is only i, that can reminisce
heard you were in trouble,
i’d be there on the double
i’m not sure why,
but i’d do anything so you didn’t have to cry
why am i so devoted to you
a friend, you dislike me,
but i’ll never forget you
to any of my friends
they are a part of my soul
if any were lost
i’d never let go
it may seem foolish but i’ve nothing left
to care what is thought
heard you’d changed your ways
sinking in the days
sorry for your losses
wish i could help you
don’t want to hurt you
anymore
fifteen years old, possibly pregnant
no one to comfort you
friends all deserted when you left them behind
and no parents to cure your strained mind
drugs and sex way past the fun
good friend of mine, what have you done?
will you never be given the opportunity
to change your life, start over, in a new place?
regain your old charisma, gain a new face?
if only you had let me help
i’d still be there beside you
and simply said
i know it would have made no difference
to you our friendship was already dead
but not until tonight
can i truly ponder your fright
but not until this lonesome night
can i truly ponder your fright
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calista
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2004-02-01 21:42:55]
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Re: Jane, Long Gone Friend in Trouble
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by emystar on
Monday, 2nd February 2004 @ 10:08:34 AM AEST
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This is an awesome, powerfull, compasonate, creative write.
If she could jus see this I'm sure she would be touched.
This is a very good write.
Be proud of yourselff-n-thank u much for your comment on my poem.
luv, huggs,
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