i know its not over yet
the wreckage of you and me
haunts us both
desprately
in the hallways where we pass
in the talking of our past
such history
you and me
I know its not over yet
it just goes on and on
walk away for twenty four
checking patterns in our flaws
what i see in you
i know you see in me
only love could do this to us
and still i know
no-no, no no
i know its not over yet
things we do
no its not over yet
not for me
not for you
and I'll see you tonite
though it'll never be right
the look in your eyes
can't say goodbye
no no
not over yet
no no no
not over
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Watched a film last nite where a robbers wife shot him dead which made me all goooey and romantic, so i wrote this!
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'Watched a film last nite where a robbers wife shot him dead which made me all goooey and romantic'..
and they say Cynicism's wit, is a dying Art...
No! not over
imagine the bleak future of humour without it...
(thanks for sharing Dusk
and reminding us
of Poetry's capacity for keeping things light and fun)
LOL glad u saw that side of it. I'm a chamelion.
Niveky written Dusk and somehow pertinent for me at present.
Sad to read that mate, wondered wher you'd gone to. Dont forget heartache makes for great poetry and youve lots of friends here on mps - ladies with 'cry upon' shoulders if needed. (I can mail u a list of 'em if u like LOL)
It's ok. Not in that sense. I've been quiet lately because one has been on a top secret world saving mission. But shhh! Don't tell anyone.
There must be a moral in this story.
Which actually might be another poem. Bet he wished he'd married her sister instead.
Ah yes, the sister angle..... boy have I ever got myself into awkward situations with sisters.
The moral of this story is.... don\'t watch movies where she kills her lover.
'l'll sing it' as Robert says. It's a threat. I'm on the verge of singing! lol.
I shall accompany you upon Gabriel's Horn
And Fido upon howl.
Agree that this reads like a love song and one that can never end despite all the niggles neither can say goodbye.
Yep, i wrote it in song mode but.... well where's the dividing line. Some people make you feel like you've never felt with anyone and despite the breaking points, those feelings tug and tug.
Pure fiction of course now that i have become a sardine in olive oil sealed withing a ring pull tin of celibacy (hands off that ring pull).
if you have not done so already, I would urge you to write the musical score ......... foot tappingly good in my humble opinion sir ...................... N
Too time consuming by far...... take it to a certain level and move on is my approach nowdays. Was written in song mode but passes as a poem..... thanks as always Neville.
So often those memories of the past keep coming back to haunt us d a.
Andy
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