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February 9, 2008
2.9.04
$150 burns away so quickly
writing this email is like writing an autobiography
love and regret, forgive and forget
it seems so simple when it's on paper
when there are no feelings on the line
if I reached out my hand
held in open for your touch
would there be any hope in you
returning the favor?
strolling into the conversation
sometimes the thought arrives in the strangest situations
but the postman always takes his time
and my letters always come out late
if I piece together a happy ending
perhaps I could get you to relate
I would rise to the occasion
and my confidence would shine through
like I'm running at full speed
all the breathing and heaving
like I'm 16 again
and no one can catch me again
it was easier to push them over
when it was all attitude and athletic prowess
determination is the furthest thing from regret
no one can hurt the aggressor
but the triumphs of the heart can be short lived
and beauty is a difficult thing describe
like all the unique moments I sit daydreaming
erasing the messages, you know I should be brave
but I'm just too naive to know any better
love is difficult thing to imitate
and often too dangerous to replicate
like I wish I had the opportunity
but it never comes around
the train keeps shaking my wall
I keep thinking of going outside
and jumping aboard
take me East to see the sunrise
at least in some poetic way
I'd be closer to touching the edge of existence
maybe I'd swim until the current swept me away
I have faith that I would make it out alive
for my time on Earth cannot be complete
for me and my love have yet to meet
these are just dreams with no meanings
but they mean something to me
they mean something to her
they mean something to you
that means something to me
Posted by nemov at February 9, 2008 12:52 AM
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