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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Feb 22 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.22.16.40.4957]] |
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Is it funny or pathetic the way I Wander through cyberpsace waiting for Some recognition from you, some offhand hello Craving the anonymous attention the others Get so freely from you, as you grace them with the Warmth of your yahoo smile, those teeth so bright You asked me a long time ago if I knew who I was If I had a clue about what I was hearing from your lips I said of course I knew, and understood But I had lost myself being charming, and romantic You were trapped in the web of my deceit and my somg As I sang to you of hope amd love and forever I was foolish enough to believe what you told me That I was all you'd ever dreamed of, that my Voice was sweet and my warm touch Carried you to places you'd never been You told me the issues I had could be surmounted That my inherent lack of trust should not apply To you, the solidity of my illusions, my realty As we ride together, the sun bright in your hair The rain in the canoe, the coolness of the forest floor as we rode The heat between us rages, like hell's inferno With our children, we played and laughed, and forgot The burdens of our responsibility, and became Children ourselves furtively stealing a kiss, a touch, and a grab on the ass The last time I visited you I had the child, and felt That since we had been on our trip that something had changed And maybe you had been too lonely, even with the two or three calls per day Or maybe it's the kid, and not really me, or It's the way you clung to me after we made love Or the way I would not, could not handle the stress Of being so far away from you for so long We'll not speak of this again, for I know it pains you To constantly look and wonder who is listening As you flirt your way around the rooms, and give False hope, to all who inquire The key is there, though the sign says "Abandon hope, for the illusion will prevail" I will enter the room, number seven, lucky seven? And wait The creek is rising and the floodgates Open for the tears, burning my face and soaking my pillow |