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Wish I knew some way
To get you to hear what I say
Then maybe I'd stay
 Jul 1 paul sheridan
Boma
You were never just a person
Never just a face in the crowd
Every hug meant something more
Every kiss on the cheek I wish reached my lips
But it never did
Where do your dreams stand
Possible or out of reach
That's where hope comes in
Under the flickering street light,
we wished each other a good night.
Words we may have wanted to say
could always wait another day.
There would always be enough time,
we were kids, alive, in our prime,
never thinking we would grow old,
or maybe we did, but never told.
Then one night, the corner was bare,
and then the next, still no one there.
An old man, musing on the past,
(when any day could be my last):
Tomorrows are not imminent,
but our yesterdays, infinite
The clock is upset
Hands wringing, face distraught
Second hand feelings.
Give and take

Strictly business

Giving and receiving

Love? Maybe.
If I can't unlove you
                Surely I can write myself
                                                  Out of love
4 pm
You took my best side
Left me with this angry scar
My worst side exposed.
He took his belt off
The child is afraid and torn
between love and hate.
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