I see the me I use to be

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    I see the me I use to be

    Superhuman
    On hands and knees I cannot be
    Something hit me
    Flying right in the wrongs
    Feel like I had it right
    Right inside of me
    How love can set you free
    This burden can set me free
    With your love
    If I could talk for two hours
    Straight, just to you
    Then sleep for a day
    And vanish from the world
    For just a day
    It would be so much easier
    Say goodbye to the me I new
    A year ago
    For a little while longer
    I use to be able to hold my face
    Hold my emotions
    Hold still
    Stay steady
    How am I suppose to let go when you don’t know what’s up
    You’re going to start hating me
    There’s never a right time
    I got to do it eventually
    It’s going to come up
    The day I decide
    Maybe I am not strong enough
    I can’t be depressed any more
    I think I need rehab
    Here me crying now
    Spilling how I feel
    You’re going to hate me
    Need to find out
    What I feel about you
    Never the right
    Got to make it
    The right time
    Walk away
    You’re going to remember me
    I seen you the other day
    Walk, run till six in the morning
    It gets going too hard
    To walk away
    Hoping maybe you’ll come back
    Getting attention
    Isn’t the same
    As your affection
    Maybe I love you
    Like I use to
    I think about it everyday
    I moved on
    I’ll remember you
    You’ll remember you
    We shared are fantasy
    Sometimes I wish it was you
    You
    Know she’ll never love
    It gets so hard to walk away
    I can’t explain this feeling
    I remember the feeling
    You’ll remember me
    I’ll remember you

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    SClark20xx commented on I see the me I use to be

    02-20-2009

    Too long, jumps around too much

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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