Archive for June 7, 2011

friend

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Always when you arrive

in my life

I am glad that I know you

 .

Most of times

when you come

there is something a mess

more or less

but I know you

 .

You tell me

what to do

and you pick up the pieces

.

So thank you

for being here

now

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The end

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for the last time that we were

together

we didn’t say much

we didn’t go dutch

we made no love

that  I can speak off

.

we just stared at the rain

waiting for the last train

and our hands didn’t touch

we didn’t say much

we didn’t go dutch

the last time that we were a pair

we were miles apart somewhere

.

when the train left the station I cried though

goodbye to what once was a love

and to me it will always be so

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Sometimes

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Sometimes the strength is there  to see

Always it’s hidden well

Sometimes I don’t want to be me

 .

Always the entrance to my shell

Is hidden  well for all to see

The strength does not want to be me

 .

Sometimes the shell’s for all to see

Always strength and  entrance to the well

For in the hidden shell is me

 .

Always the strength

is well there

in me

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Childhood memories

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the toothless faces

they have all gone now

 the lurking widows

 the waiting shadows

 the cross we feared

as doomed we were

 .

sweaty embraces

that man is gone  now

the  squeaking windows

the waiting shadows

all disappeared

as doomed we were

 .

the staircase footsteps

 the cruel secrets

the drunken violence

it now is silence

the waiting shadows

the cross we feared

 .

the staircase footsteps

as doomed we were

the toothless faces

the cruel secrets

they have all gone now

all disappeared

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It ended in the mail!

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There can not be much more of this

Your eyes must look elsewhere

I am not yours to love but his

.

It is your smile that I will miss

The thought that we might be a pair

There can not be much more of this

.

It should have ended with that kiss

Love was illusion and not there

I am not yours to love but his

.

Imaginary all of this

It ‘s not as if we really care

There can not be much more of this

.

There never should have been a kiss

I should have run away from there

I am not yours to love but his

.

And now for one last, final miss

You sent a locker with your hair

There can not be much more of this

I am not yours to love but his

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entry for jingle poetry potluck

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