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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448520" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Healing Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She didn't really look at me<br>those silver eyes flash<br>and can blind<br>mirage you<br>and make you confused.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the long night<br>my mind reconstructs the day<br>often then<br>vacationing<br>from the days reality<br>thereby offering myself comforting<br>from the betrayed, the rejected<br>the scorned and the unloved reality<br>of one who nonetheless<br>lingers inside my Emotions Shadow<br>half-face peering<br>behind doors<br>inside peep holes<br>wondering if in the glancing<br>rejection can be undone<br>be tossed outside reality; <br>from a glance that would say<br>that she was sorry<br>didn't mean it<br>come to her senses<br>find out the other<br>wasn't really for her<br>hurry back<br>to my arms<br>where I<br>kindness in hand<br>would brush her hair<br>and tell her it was alright; <br>this scenario<br>running again <br>and again<br>in my bed-room night<br>I'm face down<br>in the crying pillow<br>where I can let no tears fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up and pacing<br>phone in hand<br>a trembling receiver, <br>dial tone screaming<br>mind saying<br>don't be foolish<br>don't call<br>heart saying<br>it might be she<br>is thinking of me<br>and this call<br>produces a miracle<br>punctuated by<br>my heart filled<br>with a sense of our destiny<br>our meant to be<br>if only she<br>could come to her senses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I replace the phone<br>into its cradle<br>dial tone dead<br>eyes lifting<br>seeing<br>this is perhaps<br>my day time dream<br>lifting me <br>in this night<br>back into reality<br>with a mending sound<br>coming from where my soul rests.<br>Is this how loves end? <br>Is this how we move on? <br>I lay my self down<br>marking this point<br>as when<br>my healing<br>had begun.<br>enough at least<br>to face seeing her<br>again at the office<br>the next day.</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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those silver eyes flash
and can blind
mirage you
and make you confused.

In the long night
my mind reconstructs the day
often then
vacationing
from the days reality
thereby offering myself comforting
from the betrayed,..."></div>
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