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For Just This Second...

Postby Raesd » Tue Nov 21, 2006 5:31 pm

~Here you are, Lady Ariel! Watched Glory a few nights ago, and I've been overwhelmingly sad since then.~

I’m 16 for just this second
And laying under the moonlit sky
I can only see us now as we are
The scratchy blanket beneath my back
With your light dozing against my chest
The ring on my finger looks like the stars
And the words “we need to talk”
Only make you laugh and make me smile

I’m 22 for just this second
And you’re so scared to meet my eyes
Sitting together on the floor
You stare at your hands and I into space
My voice is cruel because it has to be
And the words “we need to talk”
Sound so ominous that I can’t breathe

I’m 34 for just this second
Returning your smile as you step across the field
The laughter of the children echoes in our ears
As you sit down and I try not to draw your attention
To my uncomfortable shifting
And the words “we need to talk”
Mean visitation rights as we watch our daughter swing

I’m 53 for just this second
And our shared glance contains volumes
As our baby walks down the aisle
Your eyes glitter a little and I start to think
That it would be ok for once to let you
See me cry
And the words “we need to talk”
Turn into hours of reminiscing about the past

I’m 82 for just this second
Staring at the monitor as the line begins to slow
You hold my hand and stroke my forehead
And I think to myself that I can’t believe
I forgot what a beautiful boy you are when you smile
And the words “we need to talk”
Are really one last I love you before I finally let go
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Postby Talon Sinnah » Wed Nov 22, 2006 12:57 pm

I liked it Reasd very good and once again it makes you think on life. Well done.
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

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Postby Raesd » Wed Nov 22, 2006 8:13 pm

lol, I suppose that's a good thing

Thanks as always!!
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Postby Talon Sinnah » Wed Nov 29, 2006 12:36 pm

Of course there is that death thing at the end. :?
I am the poet of the body and I am the poet of the Soul. The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me. The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

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Postby Ariel » Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:33 pm

Oh Raesd that was so touching. So sad. So wonderful.
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