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This is another set of poems i wrote that I have been trying to turn into a song. It's composed loosely, for that's the way I write - kind of from the center out, and I don't like to rework my words too much because I find that it alters the original intended feeling, so please forgive the grammarical errors and call it creative liscense. I've been a fool, I've been a fool, it's true Now I live without you Without you by my side I can't go on I don't want to go on without you If at night you hear the wind is moaning Your lonely soul is groaning Think back, you'll find I'm on your mind There was a time when you were mine Everytime the phone rings and there's a hang-up on the line If you search for what is lost it's me you'll find At the end of the mystery... Though I'm a poor man, And I'm tired I'll never tire of loving you. If you're alone and you can't stop crying, cry, cry for me, too. I'll weep for you. There was a time when you were mine. Footnote: This was writen about obssession a long time ago, but now I think it's more about the subject just THINKING he was obssessed. And no, it's not about me but, in my writing I have always been able to empathize with various points of view.
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
A Time When You Were Mine(early 2012 - including original notes))
This is another set of poems i wrote that I have been trying to turn into a song. It's composed loosely, for that's the way I write - kind of from the center out, and I don't like to rework my words too much because I find that it alters the original intended feeling, so please forgive the grammarical errors and call it creative liscense. I've been a fool, I've been a fool, it's true Now I live without you Without you by my side I can't go on I don't want to go on without you If at night you hear the wind is moaning Your lonely soul is groaning Think back, you'll find I'm on your mind There was a time when you were mine Everytime the phone rings and there's a hang-up on the line If you search for what is lost it's me you'll find At the end of the mystery... Though I'm a poor man, And I'm tired I'll never tire of loving you. If you're alone and you can't stop crying, cry, cry for me, too. I'll weep for you. There was a time when you were mine. Footnote: This was writen about obssession a long time ago, but now I think it's more about the subject just THINKING he was obssessed. And no, it's not about me but, in my writing I have always been able to empathize with various points of view.
I found this older rendition of a poem I posted on HP last year in my facebook memories. I though people who enjoyed it might like to see this. There have been several versions. I think poetry is alive and ever evolving in our thoughts.
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
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