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Post by Ken Corbett on Nov 28, 2003 13:47:27 GMT -5
It wasn’t meant to be this way. I thought I was meant to stay. I thought I’d found within your heart a place to make a brand new start.
Even brightest flower’s bloom must fade and fail in autumn’s gloom. The love we shared in joyous spring has now begun to cloy and cling.
Now the birds no longer sing and flee southwards on the wing. Now the winds are chill with snow; and it’s time for me to go.
For what it’s worth, you’re not to blame. ‘Tis I who play the hurting game. Your love was pure and sweet and chaste. Loving me was such a waste.
In time, your pain will slowly ease. The tears you shed will dry and cease. I have no doubt you’ll find another. For me, the road’s the only lover.
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Post by Elle Rush on Dec 5, 2003 11:23:54 GMT -5
Sad, indeed. The road, eh? I like the thought process here, how it switches from you to her.... thanks for sharing.
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Post by Ken Corbett on Dec 5, 2003 11:44:32 GMT -5
Careful, Elle, when you say eh, you're starting to sound like us Canadians!!!
Ken
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