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Maybe it's time to begin writing again..

Only time will tell, right?
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"Like the Rain"
Clint Black

I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day there's always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heaven's rivers come to light I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
When I hear it I just can't believe I never liked the rain

Like the rain
I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain
Always calling for you I'm falling for you now
Just like the rain

When the cloud is rolling over thunder striking me
It's as bright as lightning and I wonder why I couldn't see
That it's always good and when the flood is gone we still remain
Guess I've known all along I just belong here with you falling

Like the rain
I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain
Always calling for you, I'm falling for you now
Just like the rain I have fallen for you
I'm falling for you now just like the rain

And when the night falls on our better days
And we're looking to the sky
For the winds to take us high above the plains
I know that we'll find better ways to look into the eye of the storms that will be calling
Forever we'll be falling

Like the rain
I have fallen for you, and I know just why you
Like the rain
Always calling for you, I'm falling for you now just
Like the rain
I have fallen for you, and I know just why you
Like the rain
Always calling for you, I'm falling for you now just
Like the rain
I have fallen for you, and I know just why you
Like the rain
Always calling for you, I'm falling for you now just
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain
Like the rain

"Probably Wouldn't Be This Way"
Leann Rimes

Got a date a week from Friday with a preacher's son
Everybody says he's crazy
I'll have to wait and see
I finally moved to Jackson when the summer came
I won't have to pay that boy to rake my leaves
I'm probably going on and on
It seems I'm doing more of that these days

I probably wouldn't be this way
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad
I never pictured every minute without you in it
Oh you left so fast
Sometimes I see you standing there
Sometimes it's like I'm losing touch
Sometimes I feel like I'm so lucky to have had the chance to love this much
God gave me a moment's grace
'Cause if I'd never seen your face
I probably wouldn't be this way

Mama says that I just shouldn't speak to you
Susan says that I should just move on
You oughta see the way these people look at me
When they see me 'round here talking to this stone
Everybody thinks I've lost my mind
But I just take it day by day

I probably wouldn't be this way
I probably wouldn't hurt so bad
I never pictured every minute without you in it
Oh you left so fast
Sometimes I see you standing there
Sometimes I feel an angel's touch
Sometimes I feel like I'm so lucky to have had the chance to love this much
God gave me a moment's grace
'Cause if I'd never seen your face
I probably wouldn't be this way

Probably wouldn't be this way

Got A date a week from Friday with a preacher's son
Everybody says I'm crazy
I'll have to wait and see

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Later days. ^^

-Jacob-

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  • Barbii on February 10, 2003
    that's true, what you wrote in love without hope, i do need a guy, yet, the way i can't hardly leave the house, binds me forever inside the home, without much hope to meet a guy.
    even though, i really feel lost, after awhile, it feels better not to leave home.
    Kind of sad isn't it?
    *barb*
  • Barbii on February 10, 2003
    thank you again for commenting on my poem. it is true, i have been on antidepressents for four years, since i was sixteen. and they have always clouded my visions and outtakes. i refuse to take them now.
    And, now, I am begining to stop taking them, because I would rather suffer from torment than not be able to write.
    *Barbara*
  • Barbii on February 8, 2003
    actually, the books was called midnight skies; but speak was an excellent book. It was very deep, it made me cry, in realization that if that was what happened to me, and no one would care, i too would never talk.
    In fact, the book made me cry. But, midnight skies; by Elisabeth Conners is a great book. It is about a girl who recently moved to this small town, gets excepted into the 'in crowd', which is like never to happen in centuries, and she dates this guy from the crowd, and his best friend rapes her. She tells people, and in a desperate attempt to save his reputation, he says that she is lieing, that she wanted it. So the town goes around calling her a whore, forboding her to go to school.
    And one night, she just kills herself. And the mother, in grief, leaves town, never to be heard of again.
    Sad isn't it? the boy never even got in trouble for it. Like usual.

    Anyways, I am sorry to hear of your friend, i wish that there weren't men of such nature in this world. Yet, undecidingly there are.
    Well, thanks for commenting on my poem, and I hope to read some of the ones that you have written, I am sure they are excellent.
    *Barb*
  • LookingAround on January 15, 2003
    Thanks everyone! :)

    -Jacob

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