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1992-11-27
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Michelle
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Sailor Moon
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myOtaku.com: Fallen Angel
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Ancient history
This is a poem I wrote when I was 13. I just found it recently and I thought I'd put it up. Maybe it 'll keep me from feeling guilty about not posting in a while
I tried to remember to forget those days,
But they haunt me in my sleep,
I cried for you,
I would have sold my soul for you,
But you left.
Conforting only makes it worse for me,
Pitying as well,
I looked to the sky one day,
Hoping to see your face in the clouds.
It has been a few years now,
And now I could care less,
If you come crawling back begging for forgivness,
I will say tough luck,
You missed out and made a non forgiving mistake,
You left me in the cold on that winters night,
And now this angel has moved on,
you should to.
I am all for getting a fresh start,
That is what i've done,
I have cried myself dry though,
I have cried all I could,
You did not accept those tears,
They wern't good enough for you at the time I suppose,
A tast of reality has hit you,
And you cry,
Thats what we humans do.
But now you must move on and carry a new burden and a new memory,
How I shot you down on that same winters night, and how enraged you where as you stomped into your truck and drove of into the night.
The next morning I get a phone call, an icy bridge at midnight,
The kids come out and rub there eyes, saying mommy whats wrong,
They're voices are so carefree, and ring in my ears like a bell.
Three days later his funeral,
I come with husband and kids,
He has just returned from war,
It seems so familiar,
The colds winters day is a still moment,
On December 25 1974.
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