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True Romance
I wonder if she knew you, my
dear.
Laying awake at night, waiting out the end of the torrent
The flood of tears, the flood of harsh words spoken.
I wonder if she'd met you, my love.
I know that I'd hardly known her myself.
Hidden behind a shroud of silence and shallowness
Perhaps in fear that if the real her showed up,
She'd find herself more alone and helpless than she already was.
Someone should've introduced her to you, my dear.
Someone who knew that even though her body and mind were bruised,
And the only love she had truly known was in the pages
Of magazines about other people's lives,
She could've always counted on you, my love.
It is cliche, but if only I knew then what I know now.
You could've taught her how to walk on her sea of tears,
Even when she had long since become bent on drowning.
Now I know that there was someone who could have shown her True Romance,
If only she had met you, my love.
Though she left this world empty, she has left a bit of herself behind
Teaching others in their youth to handle things the way she did.
The legacy lives on.
And so does yours.
This time I will be more aware, more steadfast.
I will introduce her to you, my dear...
...Savior.
Laying awake at night, waiting out the end of the torrent
The flood of tears, the flood of harsh words spoken.
I wonder if she'd met you, my love.
I know that I'd hardly known her myself.
Hidden behind a shroud of silence and shallowness
Perhaps in fear that if the real her showed up,
She'd find herself more alone and helpless than she already was.
Someone should've introduced her to you, my dear.
Someone who knew that even though her body and mind were bruised,
And the only love she had truly known was in the pages
Of magazines about other people's lives,
She could've always counted on you, my love.
It is cliche, but if only I knew then what I know now.
You could've taught her how to walk on her sea of tears,
Even when she had long since become bent on drowning.
Now I know that there was someone who could have shown her True Romance,
If only she had met you, my love.
Though she left this world empty, she has left a bit of herself behind
Teaching others in their youth to handle things the way she did.
The legacy lives on.
And so does yours.
This time I will be more aware, more steadfast.
I will introduce her to you, my dear...
...Savior.
-Bryce L. Tomlinson, 10-13-2006
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Bryce
L. Tomlinson's poetry is not
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