Haunted

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    Haunted

    The music plays and I picture you
    Not as you were in the end but as you were back when
    We were cool and you were almost family
    And smiling was a given and laughing was a must
    Before I went away and came back
    Slightly changed from who I was
    And couldn't recognize who you'd become
    I'm ashamed to say I didn't try to figure you out
    Our last goodbye was wasted cuz I was stuck on me
    And I hate myself for that, no doubt
    And I'd give anything to do it over, maybe do it right
    Instead I play that song every day
    And remember you and cry.

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    HeavenlyAngel commented on Haunted

    01-20-2009

    So many people come and go, but its usually for a reason. this reminds me of my best friend who passed..

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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