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Being Back ... Is like seeing the arms of an old Lover;
Seeing your space and comfort zone still there;
Knowing the warmest and darkest corners to run and hide;
The brightest and best things being and coming free;
Understanding the norms; feeling the forms;
Being and seeing and happily living.
But this Old Lover still has the same faults;
The things we fight about all the time;
And She says I have changed - just because I met new Towns;
Towns that are in lands far, far away - too far for Her.
And my heart breaks for my Old Lover, Friend, Foe and Lover;
For soon, after Being Back, I have to Love Her and Leave Her.
Seeing your space and comfort zone still there;
Knowing the warmest and darkest corners to run and hide;
The brightest and best things being and coming free;
Understanding the norms; feeling the forms;
Being and seeing and happily living.
But this Old Lover still has the same faults;
The things we fight about all the time;
And She says I have changed - just because I met new Towns;
Towns that are in lands far, far away - too far for Her.
And my heart breaks for my Old Lover, Friend, Foe and Lover;
For soon, after Being Back, I have to Love Her and Leave Her.
3 Comments:
paraphrasing Byron,
To the lady, she loves for life;
the man he loves many times in life.
So, will you be the man, or the woman?
An ostritch or the eggshell?
Great poem
Wow this is a great Poem. I would ruin it with further comments
then you definitely were meant to be... even though you may be star crossed
or you just are in love with the idea.. hehehe
(ok you can tell i am trying to draw from a distant shakespeare class)
nice writing
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