<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495879" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Things Better Forgotten</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Guilty was I, <br>With you, oh how my heart beat <br>Like a drum, with you, but <br>I was wrong, they will always <br>Say without doubt </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am wrong, I <br>Can never be <br>Right with this </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They will judge us <br>Always with conviction <br>And I go the prison <br>Of my conscience </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A thought of you <br>Is like a rusty bed <br>Squeaking to my <br>Humiliation but <br>It was something <br>I always remember <br>With a titillating <br>Armpit & sleepy eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lay there after <br>Wards with eyes <br>Looking beyond <br>My feet hung on <br>A rocking chair, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So sweet and yet <br>So guilt stricken & <br>There shall nothing <br>Be like this again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I see you, I <br>Begin to understand <br>My own limitations </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I love you I always <br>Will love you, always. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is threshold of <br>My ecstasy & the <br>Fence of what is <br>Mine & mine alone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are enough, you <br>Were so sweet but <br>Better be forgotten </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, forever you <br>Pain me, you pain me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=495879" data-title="Things Better Forgotten de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="Guilty was I, With you, oh how my heart beat Like a drum, with you, but I was wrong, they will always Say without doubt I am wrong, I Can never be Right with this They will judge us Always with conviction And I go the prison Of my con..."></div> </div> </div>

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