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Star Sky Vision
At 9:55 p.m. on 2003-02-20


For Scott. Feeling as if I need to let go, but having the hardest time in doing so..

I have seen the stars hurtling across the sky with you

And I know that you saw them, too

I know we've seen so much together

Do you remember the time when we first met?

Do you remember all the things I do?

How could I forget when you mean so much to me?

How could I do this to you?

And I know this life is hard

And I'm always searching, and never finding

There are so many nights spent here thinking about you

Wishing things could have been different, but knowing they aren't

And we never had a lack of love between us

But what we had were problems

And you pushed me, and you pushed me..away

Without even understanding how or why

And you know it will just happen again with Her

But I will always be there for you, if you should need me

Because I care

Too much.

I have seen the stars hurtling across the sky

And the only time I ever saw you cry

Was when I broke your heart that day

And I hate myself for that

For what I know I had to do

It was the hardest thing to get away from you

I felt like I was dying, and I still do

But I want you to be happy

I entrust you to someone else now

I hope you don't get hurt

I hope you are good, blessed, loved, taken care of..

I hope you still care about me, instead of only hating me

Because I never meant to hurt you..

I never meant to break your heart

I only wish I knew how to be with you without hurting myself..but you need to grow more

I'll always love you

No matter how much it hurts

I'll always love..You.

Before ________&________After

Older List:
Narcissus - 2007-12-12
Without - 2007-11-18
Hunger - 2007-11-18
Beyond - 2007-11-18
So Beautiful - 2007-10-12


Jaded Poet, Lonely in Company
. . . and a pen rests by the chalice, pull up a chair by this, the fire, drink long, the ink and wine are able, the script leaps from hand, into the pyre,
. . . yes, the bottle is half full, pull the cork and pour another, hide your eyes deep in the swallow, and we'll burn this script together,
. . . damn the feather, pour the ink, and let the ruin stain those lips, I beg and hope to share this hour, but those hands of yours, will never leave your hips.
By Jarday





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