"One Side"
by Crazy Retasu

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You were shy--
I remember that.
When we first met,
You told me so.
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But things are different.
Changed, not better,
Not worse--but
Not the same, not now.
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Yeah. I know.
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No name, no soul,
Only wanting--
Wanting a body
To use, to own,
All for the want of
A heart, a pulse.
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A real conversation, not
A string of pick-up lines.
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No, it's not a problem.
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I always forget--forget
How beautiful the sky is
Just before dawn, right
Before the light defiles
The world with its brightness.
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I'm glad--I don't want to
Apologize for what I do.
But forgive me.
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As endearing as a sunset
That floods the sky with
Fool's gold until it bleeds.
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Even roses wither.
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It was comforting to hear
That song again, to feel
Those arms again, to live
In the social sphere again.
But it was better to leave.
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Call it what you will--
There's nothing else
That you can say now.

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A/N: The poems is just one side of a conversation. The other side is up to your imagination. I got this style of poem from my friend Bri's poem, "The Answers", in his Xanga journal. I just had to try out that style for myself. This means it's all his fault. ^_~