The Woman Found In Me – Part 2

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    The Woman Found In Me – Part 2

    The little girl lost just disappeared
    I'd wait for her return
    Countless hours I would spend
    Hoping I would learn
    What brought about the change that day
    What made her end the dance
    I'd ask until I came upon
    The answer just by chance

    My life went on as these things do
    And though I missed my friend
    I found the memories of our game
    were fading to an end
    I fought to hold them to my heart
    But fate would intervene
    I felt her pull away from me
    Erasing all I'd seen

    One night while I was dreaming
    She knelt beside my bed
    Her youthful beauty drowning out
    The words that she had said
    I woke up trembling frightened that
    I'd missed what I had sought
    The past was flashing through my mind
    The things that I'd forgot

    That little girl was never really
    Truly lost you see
    She simply stepped aside so I could
    Be who I should be

    The woman found in me.

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    kenparme commented on The Woman Found In Me – Part 2

    12-24-2008

    This poem is very good.It made me feel like I could see what's happening inside. Very good.

    Vincent commented on The Woman Found In Me – Part 2

    12-08-2008

    The child in our heart is never far away, The child in us comes out from time to time and wants to play, But resposibility makes the chid want to run and hide, but the child in us is never to far away we just keep them locked inside. Good poem.

    Hathor4Wine commented on The Woman Found In Me – Part 2

    12-01-2008

    A little bit of jelly from my toast got on screen as I was reading this... I didn't have my glasses on...squinted...intense stuff...simplicity and complexity...pretty tit for tat it seems...nothing like good balance...impressive

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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