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I Will Remember


Remember, I'm here
And I'll not fade.
Remember, I'm true
My heart will never lie.

Remember, I care
I'll not deceive you.
Remember, I'm real
And won't ever blame you.

Remember, I'm human
And as humans, we make mistakes.
Remember, I'm not perfect
But I'll think highly of you.

Even if it hurt
Even if I cried
Even if my love burnt
To cinders throughout the night.

I'll think highly of you.




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Some might know what this is about. Not too sure if I'm being obvious or not. Don't misread this though, please. And constructive & personal comments ARE appreciated

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  • Black Mamba
    January 31, 2007

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    I'm fairly sure I know what this is about, but then again, I could be wrong.
    Great write, sorry it's taken me ages to comment, haven't been on this site for aaggeess ever since myspace kicked off I kinda forgot all about it...oops. Anywho, yesss Feelings can be so gay.
    Good job at getting it out though.


  • Confusicus
    January 28, 2007

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    You've stumped everyone, this was fantastic though, I really liked the simple repetition which gave it fullness and yeah.. Im being too analytical.. Sorry, anyway I enjoyed this.

    Confusicus.


  • The Warmaster
    January 27, 2007
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    Not exactly sure of what it means, so I won't make any assumptions, since that could lead to misreading it. I'm a bit "out of it" at the moment, so I'll make a better comment later.

    - Nick

    * Fear is your only God *


  • Aussie Dreamer
    January 27, 2007

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    I like it..not sure what its about...eh..shows how much attention i pay to my friends..hmm but its a great poem and has great flow! keep up the good writes.
    Becky