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Opposite me

dark eyes stare

from beneath

half-lidded eyes;

as we sit on the

train, after a

really good night.



The doors close

a bell rings; and

down the corridor,

an old drunk sings.



And I long for my

bed; and, a pillow for

my head.

Don’t fantasize,

or eulogize,

on what

might’ve been.



It was.

It isn’t.

And this is ~

your moment of Now.

Living a life

living a lie;

as they walk

and talk…

amongst the herd:

who wear the suit

and the tie…

from nine to five.

Love



‘twas a moment

of madness …



It was a time

of fun

and pain



sweet sensation

of utter joy;



to the pain

in the gut,



when you find

that she …



has another …

to Love.



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DeathChild300
16:02 Apr 15 2008

this is sad :( it makes me want to cry

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RainingLove
03:42 May 05 2010

Such pain indeed.

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Thursday 24th July 2003





She’s poetry in blue jeans

as she works behind the bar...



with eyes of blue, that beguile…

and a bright wide smile; and, dimples too…

her long hair, tied behind her head,

the colour of fallen corn.



It’s busy, as the band begins to play

rock classics, from yesterday.



She unclips her lustrous hair,

shaking it loose; and my pulse quickens…

a moment.



But, there’s a crowd; so I can hardly

hear myself as I ask, “What should I pay?”

~ for such a fine sight, good music,

a beer I enjoy: and ‘just, a really good night.’





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