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C. A. T.
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 01:30:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
LoveRemembered
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There was this man
for whom I'd die
to see his blue eyes
to smell his hair
and taste his lips.
He not only opened the
many doors for me
he walked through them as well
a Hero
a Child
a Man.
His confusion of love for me
was balled up in his eyes
knowing nothing would be permanent
only fleeting
like this life.
The handprint he left on me
would soon be fitted by others
friends
boyfriends
and the soon to be
partner
fitting like a glove.
But somewhere
within the Witching Hour
he rises from the dead of my mind
in that ethereal smoke
and I wait for him knowing
that familiar energy
unbeknownst to me
that this is only a dream.
And when the day breaks
and I'm left with this
unfinished
still absent from
my life
it will be my name
that he remembers
and it will be his face
that will haunt me.
Until we meet........
Copyright ©
Nardo
... [
2005-03-01 01:30:06]
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Re: C. A. T.
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by Naveen on
Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 02:35:32 AM AEST
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Thats nice one, simple but so soothing at the poem
well narrated moves along well.
Nice one
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Re: C. A. T.
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by jmpy84 on
Tuesday, 1st March 2005 @ 03:35:09 AM AEST
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| Well done |
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