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Almost everyday I regret not telling you.
Almost everyday I regret not speaking the truth.
Everyday I wonder what could have been.
Every night hounds me.
Every word you write stabs me.
Every tear you shed breaks me.
Every thought of you made me cry.
There was a time where you were falling,
I was there but didn't catch you,
if only I'd known
I could have helped you.
I would have held you all night
in warm safe arms
to protect you from the knife,
to protect you from them.
The first time I saw you
I thought you were an angel
of extreme beauty.
That was what i was going to tell you to,
untill I thought about knowing you more
before I try the flirty stuff
and then maybe if luck was on my side
I'd be with you....
Our friendship grew strong
on the school yard field
from the sun and the heat
to the mud and rain.
Then I saw you with him, out of all people
everytime I'd think that
you should be with me, not him,
and when he kissed you I almost cried.
But I wasn't going to hurt your feelings
or get into fights.
I was just thinking, just hoping
that my chance would come.
It arose several times but
I was just too blind to see them.
There was another one
& when I saw you with him
I almost heaved.., and thought
you should be with me, not him.
Time rolled on again
and we became closer friends,
probably one of my best friends.
In the day before you moved away
without a word, I was talking to you.
I was tempted to tell you, to make my move,
your eyes bored into mine,
you were higher, I was lower,
it wasn't meant to be my happy ending.
I just never thought you'd say yes.
Only recently had we seen
each other and talked.
When you hugged me
it was the best feeling,
the best surprise for me,
the last feeling
which was plucked away so long ago.
Reignited for one last time,
only to fade away again.
Almost everyday I regret not speaking the truth.
Everyday I wonder what could have been.
Every night hounds me.
Every word you write stabs me.
Every tear you shed breaks me.
Every thought of you made me cry.
There was a time where you were falling,
I was there but didn't catch you,
if only I'd known
I could have helped you.
I would have held you all night
in warm safe arms
to protect you from the knife,
to protect you from them.
The first time I saw you
I thought you were an angel
of extreme beauty.
That was what i was going to tell you to,
untill I thought about knowing you more
before I try the flirty stuff
and then maybe if luck was on my side
I'd be with you....
Our friendship grew strong
on the school yard field
from the sun and the heat
to the mud and rain.
Then I saw you with him, out of all people
everytime I'd think that
you should be with me, not him,
and when he kissed you I almost cried.
But I wasn't going to hurt your feelings
or get into fights.
I was just thinking, just hoping
that my chance would come.
It arose several times but
I was just too blind to see them.
There was another one
& when I saw you with him
I almost heaved.., and thought
you should be with me, not him.
Time rolled on again
and we became closer friends,
probably one of my best friends.
In the day before you moved away
without a word, I was talking to you.
I was tempted to tell you, to make my move,
your eyes bored into mine,
you were higher, I was lower,
it wasn't meant to be my happy ending.
I just never thought you'd say yes.
Only recently had we seen
each other and talked.
When you hugged me
it was the best feeling,
the best surprise for me,
the last feeling
which was plucked away so long ago.
Reignited for one last time,
only to fade away again.
Literature
Snarled with the Rising Notes
The lights of December Hold a strange and dismal glow, As the year’s few survivors Recall the loved and lost - Their colorful nights Ebb and flow into the gutters With the late autumn rain As their cold, grim guide - Warm hearts and full stomachs Wrestle with their bitter grief, For the busy lives quieted On the way to winter’s embrace - Every trill and melody Is haunted with the year’s ghosts, Snarled with the rising notes Of each drunken night’s chorus
Literature
SHOOTING STAR
Silent night The star of Bethlehem The wishing well And a pocket full of dreams The twelve Apostles Away in a manger A crown of thorns The blood of Christ And the virgin Mary Mother Mary marry thee A moral within a fable Thirteen minutes, past midnight The witching hour Salem's lot And the crucibles Knights of the round table And the march of the Holy The book of God Blind faith and the fated Staked alive Nailed to a cross The crucified and the dying The chapels of God And the divisions within religion Humanity's at stake One world! One word! One God! A new world order
Literature
The Aloneness of The Features
In the creature with the ten sense fizzog talked my skin back thru the flowers
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This is about a special person to whom this is an appology for I wasn't truely being there in their time of need...
So remember this is me saying sorry...
I'm sure many people have been through similar things, I just hope it's been a better recovery than me
So remember this is me saying sorry...
I'm sure many people have been through similar things, I just hope it's been a better recovery than me
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