isnt it strange...
how your heart is closed to love,as you said that day,
its frozen over once, maybe twice, it's hard to say,
when you spoke these words, all i saw was those lips move,
like a needle on the surface, digging into the groove,

isnt it strange...
with these simple words, the feeling you returned,
was one of searing pain, oh how it burned,
but even in that moment of solitary sadness i felt,
i realised the fool i was not to see your pain, and i knelt.

isnt it strange...
how humbling these words can be,
you said you had a little hope, so you said you'll see
and in the shadowed dark, we reached out to touch,
isnt it so strange, how your simple laughter warms me so much.

tomorrow when the sun is high,
dont fret, dont cry and dont sigh,
know that somewhere else, as the day begins to wane,
i'm inching forever closer, thinking "isnt it so very strange."


(in case you wonder, this is for someone on the forums, however i'm not going to say who, they will know when they read it)

aww thats nice Shiraz

chhers - twas me first try

Yes thats lovely - very eloquent and emotive.

Beautiful poem, Shaz.

I don't like poetry, but I know what I like

Its very good, Shazzy

Thats beautiful Shazzy.x

Aaah, the creative romantic in you finally coming out, rather than you alluding to it! Top notch poem hun
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When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

Very nice!
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