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Last Night...Jul 14 '02 (Updated Jan 11 '04) Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Just some of the poetry I used to write - thanks Epinions for adding these categories. last night I wanted to write you a poem, but my hands lingered by my side. Last Night I wanted to write you a love poem, but my hands were just too tired to pick up a pen. Last Night I Wanted to write you a beautiful love poem, To help remind you that you once loved me. To paint you a picture with words of flowers and roses, loneliness and greed, the aggregates of sex and the drifting of lust in the breeze. Dried dandelions, catch and find freedom in the afternoon breeze. Leaves flicker and sparkle in the trees. The Dragon Fly on a mission watches you escape into the silky cool depths of the lonely blue lake. Little brown birds take off From their branches towards The light of the beautiful, blinding sunset. Last Night I Wanted To write you a beautiful love poem, but I died in my dreams and now I can't wake up. Last night I dreamed you were dancing in my arms, and lying in my bed so close to me, my hands running through your long, black hair, caressing the side of your face - oh Sara - and wiping away a tear as my eyes stare deep into your soul, my mind, falling in love with you. Last Night I Wanted To Write you a love poem, but I sounded stupid, petty and dumb. So I curled up instead in your blanket of loneliness, to dream for awhile. (c) June, 2000, Steven H. Lee what the darkness doesn't know... You like me, don't you? Exponential Silences aspiration lost i want you to describe An Original Motion Picture Soundtrack reflections (3 poems) Untitled No. 1, 2 & 3 Sara the circus is coming to town unacustomed emotional decay memory fragments puzzles and more eight headed poems Last Night warm wind a new beginning i just wanted to let you know sympathetic memory Untitled No. 13 Untilted No. 14 & 15 just let two one two and four fists pound the air drunk stumble and lag love lust music |
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