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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Whether right or wrong in some ways we fell together as if waves crash upon the sea, our lives did meet He very artsy, I, just a dreamer yet I confided in him like noneother He had the most radiant smile that made mine come through and though a decade younger we liked the same food, shows and shared much over the weekends and dominos pizza endeavors Time, time, time... it can be your own prison if you let it I prefer remembering the good forgetting the callous words in the end Medicinal wine for jetlag? sure. as the waves carried us away off shore For we were just watching T.V. A little imbibed on that six dollar wine It seemed so natural he in the reliner, me with legs bent on the couch Nothing romantic as he knew my heart was with another writer, surely not! You need not drive, I would feel bad if something happened to you or someone else You can sleep on top the covers, and I'll sleep under them "no problem" Why he did not listen! and the next thing I knew I was in too deep His delicate hands so gentle even in my fourties, never a man so soft, in touch He confided so much of his trauma and pain I helped him some I tend to believe afterall, he knew from the start, my heart belonged to another writer even if it was just through verse He knew of my struggles, he knew of my pain He knew all the little secrets, these subtle, girly things One evening, long after I chose another path drinking six dollar bottles of wine much of the time and my life was successful, though left in a sea cast out somewhere in the middle thereof by life by love by God withstanding I would survive this afterall! (it's an edge man, it's the writing edge!) (and what a bunch of bolgna) yet today I dream of subtle things the cleanliness of true love, and it's something I am yet to experience among things What would it be like, I, just a dreamer to rest comfortably beside a moral man as he? I would never raise my voice or be indifferent, I would never disrespect him or anyone ever If I could just rest my head on a pillow so close to the heart of another writer love- it can be a prison if you let it I, just a dreamer I give up those silly dreams and hug my pillow and peacefully drift off to sleep
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