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Most of the times I talk to her
it's through the power lines
the light speed of electricity
connecting our lives
The electric glow of the computer screen
I gaze at from my chair
does not look at all like her face
that often so beautifully stares.
The kisses do not feel the same
through a dial-up modem
hen they fall upon my face
it's so much fun to count them
The hugs do not feel as strong
through the DSL cables
There are no arms wrapping around me
infront of me the computer table
Most of the times I talk to her
it's through the power lines
I miss her more each second counted
that's not connecting our lives
it's through the power lines
the light speed of electricity
connecting our lives
The electric glow of the computer screen
I gaze at from my chair
does not look at all like her face
that often so beautifully stares.
The kisses do not feel the same
through a dial-up modem
hen they fall upon my face
it's so much fun to count them
The hugs do not feel as strong
through the DSL cables
There are no arms wrapping around me
infront of me the computer table
Most of the times I talk to her
it's through the power lines
I miss her more each second counted
that's not connecting our lives
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Something I wrote for sara. She said :: hug :: or as she does it *hug* and normally I respond with my hug but this time I didn't. I was quite upset that I couldn't feel her hug. There are sometimes that I really need to feel that hug but I can't so I wrote a poem about it. This is my anger against technology. I wrote this one March 21, 2007. I might add more to it. I don't know. I hope you guys like it.-Steve
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Wow...I remember how that feels.
It's a horrible longing...and you described so perfectly. Great job.
and good luck.
It's a horrible longing...and you described so perfectly. Great job.
and good luck.