If u want to go, please come back

Carcasses... ugh... i'm gettin so sick of the negativity potrayed on the page... that i thought i should brighten it up with some GREEEEEN! But alas... it doesn't work that way coz the first word that i could think of writing in here was CARCASSES... for the record..that's what i think we all are...carcasses of what we were... because at sometime all that we believe in is eroded... one by one as we 'grow up'... Roland Barthes "urban myths" are each unfolded, to make us into the adults that we have always dreamed of being. Soon enuff, there's a part of me that's gonna leave, she suggests that perhaps she will never come again... and there isnt ne thing in this world that i can do to make her stay... because as the counsellor at Monash says, "You can't ever make someone do what they don't want to do."
Everything is within... everything that a person is is what they either consciously or sub-consciously desire...

I met u when i was so young... u were to me what i needed at that point...
I do remember us fighting many times...we weren't so unnatural as to not do so
I do remember we apologized many times over... but that was natural
I never thought that there was anything that you could do that i cudn forgive u for
And to this day i knw that that is true..
But now that u want to leave i cannot make u stay
and now that u want to forget everything that happened i cannot make u stay
and now that u say that u've lost trust in everything that we've had i cannot make u stay
there is only one sentence that i would like to say to you
please stay....
But i knw that u will not listen
and i knw that u will not care in a few months to come
and i knw that u dun completely believe this when i tell u this
because u say u've lost the essence of the trust in 'us'
and i knw that u dun want to re-build what was broken
and i knw that u dun want to stay long enough for that to happen
to knw all this bimbs, is to knw too much
i want u stay and that's all i want
u want to go, but please come back
u want to forget but please remember.

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THE POISONED TREE

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine -

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

- William Blake
http://www.online-literature.com/blake/622/
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