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  • Lost Love
    • denah
    • contemplating whether to be a principal or a caterpillar

    now

    I see now
    the time is nigh
    for me to put you back
    onto that shelf
    to tuck you away
    and let you gather dust
    to lock you up
    and swallow the key
    and even tho' this pains me
    so much
    that it rattles me bones
    it's the only thing
    I can do
    I had hopes for us
    such fantastic dreams
    no, really
    you shoulda seen 'em
    beautiful it was
    I was happy
    you were happy
    are you happy?
    now.
    all I have left
    is what could have been
    if I would've had the courage
    to look in your eyes
    and let my soul speak to you
    and tell you what my heart
    dare not say
    I wanted what I had
    and haven't what I want
    as I turn away
    I crumble
    humpty-dumpty
    at your feet
    and I scramble
    to fix myself up right
    but you know
    how weak I am
    how pathetic
    and meek I am
    how crazy and lost I am
    how stupid and me I am
    so how can I be
    anything more
    than some stupid girl
    a big fucking bore
    some lame ass chick
    who could do nothing but drool
    and look like a retard
    when she was going for cool
    how do I stand even a ghost of a chance
    to be a part of you
    now?
    thank you for showing me
    that GOD is beautiful
    that he could make
    you
    so like his image
    reflected in a pool
    he must feel like Narcissus
    when he gazes down upon you
    you
    to you
    I say goodbye
    for
    now

    30 dec 01

    for james


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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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