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her side, now
Contributed by
aernby
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Tuesday, 5th November 2002 @ 09:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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I remember you –
You were my first love, my first lover
You made me laugh, you gave me confidence...
Confidence to stand on my own.
But life put obstacles in our way
Our paths sundered
Once sundered, never to rejoin.
You were full of poetry,
And impossible dreams
I needed more than dreams, so
I reached for security
But not to you:
Right or wrong I chose another.
That I hurt you, I know,
I’m sorry. Still, if it is
Any balm for your soul—
I remember you . . .
Copyright ©
aernby
... [
2002-11-05 09:35:00]
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Re: her side, now
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by Rakerman1999 on
Tuesday, 5th November 2002 @ 10:00:04 AM AEST
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| Absolutely beautiful...such emotion..Well done! |
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Re: her side, now
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by OreO on
Tuesday, 5th November 2002 @ 11:47:29 AM AEST
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There's so much feeling
in this poem, i enjoyed this
Great write aernby
Keep em' coming
.::´¯`·..· OreO·..·´¯`::.
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Re: her side, now
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by DreamWeaver on
Wednesday, 6th November 2002 @ 05:35:10 AM AEST
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| Beautiful poem ... nice emotion. |
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Re: her side, now
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by BlackAngel on
Wednesday, 20th November 2002 @ 08:37:58 AM AEST
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| this poem is truely beautiful, your a good poet |
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Re: her side, now
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by wordsy on
Monday, 13th January 2003 @ 08:29:43 AM AEST
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Who is not lost to the memories of yesterday
and bound there by the regrets of the soul.
Good read,
wordsy. |
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