| Tamara's Poetry |
| my dream is at my fingertips, i can almost taste it in the air as if i were already there living the fantasy and using an unknown power to control where it went, ignoring everything around me and not caring about yesterday, just pushing on toward tomorrow and the next, hoping to reach the end of the tunnel where the truth lies. what an ironic last two words. truth lies. by tamara peterson october 26, 2000 (my friend bethanne's birthday!) i don't have to tell you you already know the truth you can read it in my actions and even more in my face so it would be absolutely pointless for me to attempt to hide it from you because it would only make it more noticable. wouldn't it? so tell me, what's bothering me? because i have no idea. by tamara peterson october 26, 2000 my heart fell on your dinner plate all crusty and shriveled and i never meant for it to happen that way. you looked at it with disgust, but then i sensed pity as you took it into your gentle hands and began to cry. i never meant for you to make my problems your own. but you took my heart and set it gently into your pocket and walked away to the other side of the universe, taking my pains and feelings and regrets with you as if they were your own. i never meant for you to make my heart your own. you took those pains and feelings and regrets far away to a place where i have forgotten about, and when you returned, you embraced me and loved me for who i was. i never meant for you to make me fall in love with you. but you did. by tamara peterson october 26, 2000 |
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