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It's so ironic That now we cannot touch I fear you most I can feel you slipping Between my fingers Sand Water Running down I want you here Solid Warm Familiar, following me To rooftops and beaches Keeping me from harm. I try to envision The way it felt Safe Welcome I cannot recreate it. Only your rage Sharp Words And mistrust You could hurt me As long as You are not here To convince me otherwise. When you next come I will not tell you To go away But what once was Will never be the same This is what they call Change and I know It is only my Stupid Worries But I cannot help myself When you are away.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
Ironic II
It's so ironic That now we cannot touch I fear you most I can feel you slipping Between my fingers Sand Water Running down I want you here Solid Warm Familiar, following me To rooftops and beaches Keeping me from harm. I try to envision The way it felt Safe Welcome I cannot recreate it. Only your rage Sharp Words And mistrust You could hurt me As long as You are not here To convince me otherwise. When you next come I will not tell you To go away But what once was Will never be the same This is what they call Change and I know It is only my Stupid Worries But I cannot help myself When you are away.
Sort of sequel to "Ironic" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/582690/ironic/
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hello-friends
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
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