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Pastimes : A Poetry Corner -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: elpolvo who wrote (694)	1/19/2003 11:49:44 AM
From: HG	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 1582

i unjoy the poetry of her songs more than them strung together in music.... thats not to say her songs and music is bad, but the strength of youthful emotions in her voice gets to me and starts grinding on me after a few tracks... i love her, but its too raw and realistic.... - dated peace loving ostrich - - - I am letting the telephone ring, cause I don't want to know why, I don't want to hear you explain, I don't want to hear you cry, I have written so much about you, so much I thought I knew, words like water used to flow, now what could I possibly have to say? she is someone I don't even know, and all the things that you've given to me, I see now were simply reparations, they were gifts of your guilt, they were my preparation, I know I should be mature, keep my feet on the floor, but for some reason I just, don't want them anymore, I know this shouldn't be important, compared to you and I, but I can still hear my questions, and I can still hear you lie, now vicariously I have her in me, I want to peel off my skin, let the water wash in, you always said that I was hiding, that I was hiding from you, but you are capable of things that I could never do, remember how you pretended, pretended to touch me. I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe, I remember wondering, what was wrong, what was wrong - how could I be so naive?