iamteddybearfeelmecuddle Posted July 17, 2006 Share Posted July 17, 2006 That island bay, and the river down the way Dirty bank and a dirty shore Talking is lying You, begging; me, crying You talk a lot, but you're not around I was there, but you were nowhere to be found Too much to drink, and a drugged up * * * * * I don't think I want to know you anymore What's the truth? How can I ever know? Take your river, take your bay I think I'll choose to walk away Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PRSOV Posted July 18, 2006 Share Posted July 18, 2006 Intriguing poem, it jogged a lot of old memories actually. Thank you for sharing with us Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamteddybearfeelmecuddle Posted July 18, 2006 Author Share Posted July 18, 2006 Thanks PRSOV, now it reminded me of that old Warrant song, "I Saw Red", maybe I should have just posted that. The genders are backwards though... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted July 18, 2006 Share Posted July 18, 2006 Very clever poem, reminds me of the story called "Sonny's Blue". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamteddybearfeelmecuddle Posted July 18, 2006 Author Share Posted July 18, 2006 Thanks. I might just have to look that one up, then. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
neva_black_n_white Posted July 18, 2006 Share Posted July 18, 2006 empowering. i like that. well written. and yay, someone who puts a bit of effort into the arrangement.. well central.. giggles.. but i instantly liked it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iamteddybearfeelmecuddle Posted July 18, 2006 Author Share Posted July 18, 2006 Thanks, Neva! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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