still

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when it's real
you still live in the moment

when it's real
you can still feel it

when it's real
you still want him
need him

when it's real
you can still see him

when it's real
you can still feel him

when it's real
you still want to share every little thing

when it's real
you think about him all the time

when it's real
you still love him

when it's real
you still throb at the thought

when it's real
you still can't believe it

when it's real
you still smile

when it's real
it's never over

.............. even when it is

Saz March 2013

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  1. Saz8:42 pm, October 07, 2012

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  2. Anonymous9:31 am, May 07, 2013

    Hi Saz,

    Very moving...I guess we have to understand the opposite to enjoy it when it is real. Hope you are well. Reasons x

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  3. Suldog6:47 pm, May 16, 2013

    Hope all is well. I suspect, from the poem, maybe you're a little bit down. Go out and do something you love doing. Then tell me all about it, OK? :-)

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    1. Saz8:47 pm, May 20, 2013

      I am fine jim, busy finishing off my job and starting full time at our tower venue...focusing on work, work, work
      just sad in my personal life is all...taking a while to get over it and licking my wounds still...silly me, waiting and hoping, but I know it can never be....it is what it is...
      thank for the concern....x x x

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  4. Merisi3:18 pm, May 22, 2013

    Sending you warm hugs!
    Love,
    Merisi

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