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Listen Truly Maybe

Contributed by ExodusOnWeezer on Monday, 8th November 2004 @ 05:31:41 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



The day that you said to me
"Listen truly maybe,"
Could have been the greatest day
But, we shall have to see

I remember the trees dead against the wind
Cold, crisp breeze
They threw their leaves at everything
Crumpled, even crinkled if you please

The pavement was even colder
Even as your words began to disperse
As beautiful as the day was
The trees couldn't escape nature's curse

The blue in the sky went on forever
It masked the small here and there
Little wisps of clouds that remained
And the words you gave me and I came to bear

It was the greatest of days
Even with the realization from those fateful words
And as I was stuck in redemption
I smiled at the trees and whistled at the birds

No one smiled back
Not even as the words were said
But I gripped the vision of dead trees
And I shoved the feeling to the back of my head

You were there
Just as you were before
You spoke to me a realization
Whispered in my ear, and I held you in the door

The words were everything and beautiful
Crashing straight with the leaves down on me
I tried so hard to cleanse myself from all those days
And I remembered when you said, "Listen truly maybe."





Copyright © ExodusOnWeezer ... [ 2004-11-08 17:31:41]
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Re: Listen Truly Maybe (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 9th January 2005 @ 08:13:32 PM AEST
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Interesting and sad write. Not sure what else to say. Cheers!




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