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The trees bend now, nearly touch each other
As they lean with age, over the roadway.
He glances up as he lifts the basket,
Every movement carefully taken;
There is no ease, no comfort in this rest.
Their trip passed in silence, landmarks avoided,
Unremarked upon, unnoticed perhaps;
A drive to the shore in their old sedan.
This trip so cautiously planned, to a place
Once so beloved by both, now lies
Filled with trepidation; and resentment.
They sit together at the worn table
Scarred by lovers and children and nature.
Still silent, they pass each other small bits;
Food wrapped in hope, or in desperation,
Or simply tied in old resignation.
The trees seem to mock them, swaying above
In a unison made perfect with time;
Bound together with intertwined branches,
Held together with interlocking stems;
Old upright soldiers, standing side by side
Ravaged by time, by seasons, by nature
And still they stand, bearing witness to these
Lonely, sad lovers, huddled in themselves.
He looks up again. Then checking his watch
Says we should go. It’s really time to go.
Her silence broken also, she answers,
I’m leaving you. Then falls silent once more.
I know, he says. I’ve known for some time now.
Once more he looks up at the trees. Then again
Says we should go. It’s really time to go.
They carefully pack the remains of lunch.
He looks up a final time at the trees
And moves as though to salute. Then he laughs
As if at a joke and turns back toward
The old sedan, canopied beneath leaves;
Silent, shaded witness to love’s demise.
what i want is when we first led eyes
on each other
it was love at first sight
i knew in my heart he was the one for me
i want that thing call love, honesty , trust
that thing you can't never ever let go
no matter what you do or what you go thorough
you still have each other
the sex might get old but your love doesn't
i want that thing call i got my man
so you find yours
i want to feel secure without being insecure
about the things that might occur
i want that thing call love that don't cost a
thing as long as i got u
people can be killing each other
you look at each other and say i
luv you
it's me and u against the world
i want to cry for no reason
without having a reason to cry
i want that old thing
when we kiss it meant something
i want that thing of passion
i want to get old and be able to remisience with my
kids discuss the good times and the bad times
want that thing to be real & true
something that you will never let go
i want my life to be a reality not a fairy tail
or just a fantasy
i want that old thing back
happiness without the sadness of hopeliness
i want to become well done inside instead of
being raw
i want that full throttle definition of love without
the script
i want that old school love with
Al Green
love make you do wrong
i want that love & happiness thing
that romance along with the finance of
course i want that
Form:
Waiting for Love
Standing in my backyard
There's an old oak tree
Our names are still engraved in it
Wish you were here with me
I remember when we fell in love
And all the fun we had
The summer that we spent alone
When we both had it bad
I wonder if you wonder 'bout me
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you found your dreams
I believe you are a star
Hopes and dreams are all we have
I hope they all come true
I hope we all find happiness
Before our lives are through
Back when we were standing
Beneath that old oak tree
I told you I would love you
For all of eternity
But you said sorry honey
We have grown so far apart
There’ll always be a special place
For you inside my heart
I wonder if you wonder 'bout me
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you found your dreams
I believe you are a star
Hopes and dreams are all we have
I hope they all come true
I hope we all find happiness
Before our lives are through
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Wow
Never new that ppl can do the positions in which they have been given
Driven am I by this astonishment
Things can be so so hard to get
But with persistence n a spirit of never uffing quit will bend the whims of the chaotical nymphs
Prodigal yet knowledgeable
N old paths reopen
N old mind sets try to begin
Cut it off before the start
Move on before the scab is closing the heart
In the back of my mind it stills creeps to the front but this is moving forward not quite yet moving on
Sleep will catch up
Dreams will wake up
Serene with pastures of green that knowingly ain't so much
Will be soft as is but never to tuff
Climbing out
Yes
Hard work
Nothing handed with my luck
It's ok its appreciated much much
more
Hold on
Becuz a new wave is coming to boggie board
......Peace
It was by chance our paths had crossed
that cold December day;
a love I might have had, but lost,
the one that slipped away.
I reached to kiss a ruddy cheek,
his old endearing smile;
the sight of him had turned me weak,
though only for a while.
The words he spoke I can't recall,
our spark had gone astray;
for in the past we'd said it all,
so much to my dismay.
He claimed, one day, he'd like to meet,
though he would never call;
the weatherman predicted sleet,
but tears began to fall.
Good seeing you again, old friend,
then said he could not stay;
I felt the blister of the wind
and watched him walk away.
A heart that had begun to thaw,
then started to refreeze;
I drew my overcoat in awe
of winter's frigid breeze.
Fire rekindle as the old ashes are still burning
The flame in ones soul ignites
The soul awakens as there is a new yearning
In your own world was born a new light
Overflowing passion with ones mind interacting
All your thoughts and memories seemingly far away
The past experiences present counteracting
The love, your love wishes to keep it at bay
Remaining focused and still yet no resolve
Tighten your grip on your own reality
The mixture of your absurd fantasies dissolved
Free yourself from this passion insanity
Wherever you go, you always here their name
That spark, a small spark which was your old flame