PASSING BY

Passing by, you held my eye,

Now hours later I still sigh.

 

Instead of making sure we met

I'm made to live with this regret.

 

How many times on this old Earth

Is love condemned to this still-birth?

 

Love's own strangers passing by,

Left to wonder - left to sigh.

Lovepassing

◄ MY LONDON

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Isobel

Thu 26th Jan 2012 22:13

Oh - you must be our poetic version of James Blunt! This is lovely. I'm trying to think of times this has happened to me, but I'm stumped - the good ones must dodge me...

No - I tell a lie - I remember once - Euston Station, when I was in my 20s. It was electric and funny cos we both turned round to have another look. Sadly I was getting a train and he was a commuter - probably with a wife and kids...

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Harry O'Neill

Thu 26th Jan 2012 22:08




Neat, neat, neat man (and well worth saying)

stella jones

Wed 25th Jan 2012 22:06



Oh this is so, wistful... I like it!

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John Coopey

Wed 25th Jan 2012 21:50

"Is love condemned to this still-birth".
There's a hell of a lot of women out there who've missed their chance with me and you, MC.

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