Moving On

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  • Lost Love
    • LukLupe
    • forced and fought for that response and what do you know it was his b-day

    Moving On

     I walk, hoping for luck
    I see his face
    Hoping maybe he will like me
    and I could learn to do the same
    Help me to let go
    These chains on my arms 
    hurt too much
    I am crying to let go of this
    "Rush"
    Holding myself together 
    not letting a piece fall 
    Getting out of my shell 
    For everyone to see me
    "Undone"
    Waking up going to try 
    to forget his face and 
    the memories we shared 
    and see if this guy can 
    learn to care 
    Hoping that this can help me 
    Show the real me 
    I am getting closer now
    He starts to wave but 
    memories of Paul starts to get in the way 
    I walk away
    Dying from this pain
    Going the wrong way
    Hoping one day I can wave back
    and flirt and say
    "Will you go out with ME"
    But I see nothing but Paul's face
    But I think I will be ready, 
    Maybe in the morning
    Learning Paul's 
    Ways
    and this time I will wave
    but in the morning
    I will speak the words softly
    -Luk/Lupe
    P.S. It's my turn to talk in the dark

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    Aphrena commented on Moving On

    06-21-2009

    i think this is like the story of every teens life we never talk to those that we really want to you know. i like it its a strange rhythm but it flows and its cool cause its different
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    wagus commented on Moving On

    06-16-2009

    How many times I have wanted to talk to a gal and never did.. let love go by me... I joke because in family one male has never married per generation and in this one it me.... but I look at others and wonder what might have been if had just took time to talk to somebody once.. a long time ago... poem is well done brings up things in my old mind often forget until find something to wake them like poetry...
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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