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The first doubts
For that moment of unexpected joy
I pay the price, oh my heart, I pay the price.
For that moment of surprise, stolen from a jealous fate
I bleed in tears, and my stomach hurts…
Mean Justice, mean justice.
You gave me those eyes, those smiles
And I stopped talking and I stopped thinking.
In my head suddenly there was a cloud
Round and white and shiny
Fluffy and happy.
You gave me those lips
That skin to caress and those hands on my hips
And for a moment I stopped asking
I stopped running and I stopped searching
It felt right.
But it was yesterday and it is today.
When you asked me with a smirk
‘so what is wrong with you?’
I honestly thought I had not much to say
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Barbara:
I really like this poem. I'm not sure if I understand the last line, but I so relate with the rest of it. Favorite line was " I stopped running and I stopped searching" (for a moment). And when a guy puts those warm hands on the sides of my hips, I juice right up too. Something very nurturing about it. Yes? But it sure sucks when you've been played by a guy who simply plays you because he knows how nuts you are for him, then pins a tag on you.
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Comment by: kc0003 - 2008-09-10 19:58
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| what we wouldn’t give today of all our certainties for all of the possibilities of just one yesterday...nice write |
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Very nice. The best part is about the cloud. So why not give us more to connect with. Like a description of the lips and skin. Poetry is about description.
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