The Story of Us

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    The Story of Us
    So many nights I was on that stage,

    shaking my a*s for money.

    So many nights on that pole,

    looking for my honey.

    I ate my beans,

    and shoveled snow.

    I drank every night,

    and became a sideline ho.

    Trying to find love in my purple haze,

    I couldn't see,

    the errors of my ways.

    Then one night,

    you appeared.

    It was that moment,

    that the purple haze had cleared.

    I fell so hard,

    and called you my Savior.

    I'm so sorry,

    for my unjust behavior.

    I didn't write "Dear Dad" on a whim,

    it's just that when I look in the mirror,

    I see him.

    Now,

    can you connect the pieces of my broken heart?

    Do you see,

    why I fell apart?

    By: Roy Quebedeaux

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    royq’s Poems (20)

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    Trippin' 2 02/10/2009
    The Story of Us 2 02/10/2009
    The Elements of My Heart 0 02/10/2009
    Wake Up 1 02/10/2009
    Kissing You 0 02/10/2009
    Crazy 0 02/10/2009
    Never Asked 1 02/10/2009
    I Was Afraid 0 02/10/2009
    House of Mirrors 1 02/10/2009
    Sh*t Outta Luck 4 02/10/2009
    Twisted 0 02/10/2009
    Garden of the Gods -3 02/10/2009
    Don't Fear The Reaper 0 02/10/2009
    No One Here 0 02/10/2009
    F*cked Up 1 02/10/2009
    Dreams 0 02/10/2009
    roy. 0 02/10/2009
    ? 0 02/10/2009
    .45 0 02/10/2009
    Dear Dad. . . . 2 02/10/2009
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