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Wednesday, September 7, 2005


   Poetry by Bob.
His lips touched mine
over and over again.
It was wrong, my deadly sin.
Don't regret what I did & may say.
His love his mine
not her's anyway.
Im sick of seeing her hands in his.
I know he's not mine but I wish.
Watching & waiting hurts my heart
but that is life it's the way 'tis
Day after day kiss after kiss
I wait in the shadows,
Praying in bliss.
Hope has become sorrow.
It burns me inside.
These feelings I speak of,
these feelings I hide.
Are killing me slowly,
with every night stride.




I know, crappy isn't it.

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