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"Something left"

What do I need? I can't understand... a wife and two children, a home by the sand? Someone to hold me, and let me hold them? Tell them they love me, so I can trust... feel that I love, and hold them so tight, but we're all just children really, we've so far to go, we've got years to live yet, before we have to worry... frightened of being loved? What's up with that? I hate being alone, it drives me insane, but to see you with him, it fills me with pain... not that you don't love me, or that you don't care, because I know that's not true, I see in your stare... but where are you looking, because you're not looking at him... so why are we so darkened, our souls feel so dim... I don't want to try harder, I do NOT want to snatch, or show you in my arms, so they can all say "nice catch"... We both need to live, we need to spend our time, but to pass each day with my lips closed and tight, so we can hide our emotions deeper from sight, and just sit awake dreaming of how long we must travel, before we're finally ready to let the world know, that love still exists, and it exists still in us, and we'll stand tall and grin, and we'll make such a fuss...

So what can we do in the meantime? Dream? Ponder? Spend our money on something to escape to, to spend the rest of our years wondering... maybe it won't take that long, maybe we'll be free... but the days last forever, they do at least to me... and I'll ask you, and I'll wonder, if you feel the same way, and there I see the hope, and for a second you'll stay, but then we both sigh, and you'll just drift away, and I think to myself, are you actually there? Have I just made you up because it's too hard to bare? To bare to be alone, the cold winter nights, I'm only first to bed, she'll cuddle up tight, and I wait and I wait and you never appear... but when you do find me, and I do find you, how it hurts to wait longer, because I knew it was true... I'm born to be lonely, I was born to walk free, with just a voice in my head and a cute song in my heart, that I can tell no-one through land and apart, but I'll try... God I'll try... because in the back of my mind, there's you, the you I know so well... you've become my soul, the chauffeur of my hope, the guidance and happiness, the laugh and the joke, the question and answer all combined into one, the small drips from the snow that will melt in the sun, because for all the times that I've tried to end it all, and take it away, you were always there telling me to just stand so tall, even when I didn't even know you were here, I could feel your breathe on me, on my hair and my ear, a soft whisper that tells me what I needed to know, that this is just what life is, it's all just a show.

Because after all, true love waits. And it will.

It's still an excellent piece of writing. But...yes...

*nods*

I...get this now. Yes. Hm.

Lovely

Thanks people.

For some reason, this is my favourite thing I've ever done.

Its about 12:30.

I am in my flat, in the dark, on my own. Flicking through this forum looking for things to read.

I am not disappointed.

Grix, Rasta, er-no... I bow before you.

This is another fantastic post. About the 5th piece of genius I've read so far tonight. We should write a book.

Actually, $od that, you lot should write a book

*poem...

(obviously...)

Great topic. Not sure if it was a story, hard to classify... it had the kind of rythmn of a poen though... Great.

Grix Thraves wrote:
> What do I need? I can't understand... a wife and two children, a home

Last thing you need if you ask me.

and a car chase.