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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Oct 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.07.19.14.6499]] |
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Crossroads: we've been this way before, but not together, until now, so far apart, Raise respective voices to carry over din of all the things forgotten from the start. Reversal; he's the one throwing accusations, she the one standing furious ground, Once the scribe who etched praises everywhere, lyrical assassin this time around. Misunderstanding; not to destroy what he loves, but to understand walls upthrown, Repetitive revolutions of questions, drill; enrage, dig deeper still, exposed to bone. No more; looks over shoulder reach hindsight horizons, remembering best of days, When all we ever wanted was never again believing we'd contemplate parting ways. Hand in hand, hearts in sync; you returned every wink in remembering a first night, Geminied destinations, here as well as in Hell, where you go I go, giggling in delight. And oh, our eyes; when we talked of the penetrating legacies we'd pass on so soon, They sit waiting, contemplating, as you and I in dreams; meant to be, different tune. We've each wasted time, thrown away love to people undeserving; let it not be here, If your best was given to me only for the time I was blessed to possess it, so endear. So I look down the road, see uncertainty ahead; nothing new to me, still think of you, Wonder if there's a place we could go as we did once before where nobody else knew. I kiss it, for I do miss it; think of my favorite part of your person; look me in the eye, Let your imagination run as free as our forever once reigned; we never said goodbye. |