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my memory of susan

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
awkward gawklings,
so young to be in love with
her fair lightness,
as she was a swedish love,
as were many in dakota then,
drizzles of syrupy luciousness on my chin,
and we grew fond of the lust..

summer's end spelled lost love's first heartbreak
yet susan will always hold the chalice filled with the cremation
of my former self, myself that once filled a spot,
in a north dakota moment... life is good
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    oooh your imagery is so beautiful in this one, olderman. :)
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

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  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    u r kind.. thank u
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
  • of_the_girlof_the_girl Posts: 745
    Originally posted by olderman
    u r kind.. thank u

    naw i just know what the hell i'm talking 'bout! :D hee heeeeee
    "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." --Plato

    www.myspace.com/birdinamitten
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