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Poetry News Post #1405

I wish You were here

Written by: Strider Machiavelli, Meren's Rising Dawn
Date: Saturday, March 29th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


I've found myself the ground again
Hung over, my head's in a spin
Again

I don't know how long I've been away
It's night now so at least a day
I've been in the gin

I vaguely remember two Sirens' song
In unkeyed harmony I sang along
I didn't know my right from wrong
It reminds me of how I long
And remember
And wish you were here

I'm nothing but a gutterflower
I'm waiting for my time and hour
And then

And then I'll show the world my poise
I'll kick up dust and make some noise
And pretend

And think I am an iron man
With the world upon my hand
I'll make a show and make a stand
When all I really need's a friend
I'm so alone
I wish you were here

I'll wash the roads and city streets
With salty tears of bittersweet
I'll spread along my sullen grief
I just want someone to notice me
When you're gone
I wish you were here

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Miraman, in the year 331 AF.


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Poetry News Post #1405

I wish You were here

Written by: Strider Machiavelli, Meren's Rising Dawn
Date: Saturday, March 29th, 2003
Addressed to: Everyone


I've found myself the ground again
Hung over, my head's in a spin
Again

I don't know how long I've been away
It's night now so at least a day
I've been in the gin

I vaguely remember two Sirens' song
In unkeyed harmony I sang along
I didn't know my right from wrong
It reminds me of how I long
And remember
And wish you were here

I'm nothing but a gutterflower
I'm waiting for my time and hour
And then

And then I'll show the world my poise
I'll kick up dust and make some noise
And pretend

And think I am an iron man
With the world upon my hand
I'll make a show and make a stand
When all I really need's a friend
I'm so alone
I wish you were here

I'll wash the roads and city streets
With salty tears of bittersweet
I'll spread along my sullen grief
I just want someone to notice me
When you're gone
I wish you were here

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Miraman, in the year 331 AF.


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