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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Granite Melting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had a face of chiseled granite<br>complete with stony smile<br>that face is embedded in my heart<br>which lies clutched here <br>in the long dark night; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">frozen he and frozen I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">know I should throw that face into the slough <br>in the back of the house, walk away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wash my hands with lava soup</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and be clean of him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he lives in my mind <br>high up on Mount Rushmore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I know chipping away at that <br>is hopeless work; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">hearts love what they love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and at some point </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they don't go back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to unloving <br>ever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">even if you want them to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, <br>I am not sure I want to.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So long gone he is; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so long he's been inside me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't take him out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">without doing even more damage<br>to this beating heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I try to wall off the hurting part</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and put tiny little roses over the hurting parts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">remember the fun times</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I place</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my smile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just over his grainy grin</div><div style="margin:10px 0">these two</div><div style="margin:10px 0">together in there forever its seems</div><div style="margin:10px 0">despite my best effort</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to separate them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Can't talk about it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can't tell anyone, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they'd say</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and have said</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should forget him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">T'ain't easy<br>cause he's been there so so long; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">taking him out would feel like heart surgery</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I am not ready for that just yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Some times other people</div><div style="margin:10px 0">can just ladle over the scar tissue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and move on<br>I ain't that kind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cause this heart once given</div><div style="margin:10px 0">keeps giving on and on<br>even when it oughtn't, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">seems my kind of love<br>is not for the taking back.<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought for a time it was<br>but all it took</div><div style="margin:10px 0">is this one phone call</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the awkward silence on the line</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tells me it's you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you didn't talk<br>and I hold the receiver to my heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just to be closer to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you still didn't talk<br>and neither do I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We never did talk much</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so this is not new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lay back</div><div style="margin:10px 0">gentle breathing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">listening to our hearts beating; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">silent reconciliations</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seems fitting for us two.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take your quiet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">silence to bed with me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">receiver in hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">knowing you'd do </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what was hard for you to do</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in your own time<br>and I just might see<br>granite<br>for the first time<br>melt<br>maybe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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complete with stony smile
that face is embedded in my heart
which lies clutched here 
in the long dark night; 

frozen he and frozen I

know I should throw that face into the slough 
in the back of the house, walk..."></div>
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