Repeat the Lies That Build My Dreams

Oh, this is nice! Sad, of course, but nicely done.
One comment: The line "How long you dreamed of this day", in my opinion, needs another couple of syllables. You've established a rhythm, and it gets off track here. Reread it, and let me know what you think.

I was going to say the same thing as Nancy. Nice work.

Awww, this is sad.

I wish this weren't so true!

Love it. Great work Sandy. Too bad we all have to go through this at some point. : (

Nancy, will adding 'have' be enough - How you you have dreamed of this day?

Thanks everyone. And it is sad - especially sad that I will admit I enjoyed every second of hearing these lies once, knowing exactly what they were.. what a night.

Sandy, you are truly amazing as I have always said. This says to me of the woman that has been in a bad relationship but misses the man so much that she doesn't care if he lies or not. Am I wrong? Wouldn't we all want the one that we truly love not to lie? I can truly relate to this one.

Sadly, mournfully stated but lovely too. I enjoyed reading this.

Sandy I was about to say how sad this was, but then I noticed your comment about enjoying those lies and knowing what they were for one night. How can I be sad for you...sounds like you enjoyed it :-)

Sad, melancholic, but so very true... how often we seem to get trapped in this illusory lies, needing these odd reassurances about things that really "aren't." You did a really nice job with this... I especially like "remember your lines," because it is just SO telling of these moments.

Amy, I wouldn't want anyone I was in a relationship with to lie to me about anything. However, I spent one day with a fantasy date, and this poem was the result of that day. He said everything I wanted to hear, I knew he was full of shit, and I absolutely enjoyed every second of it. I don't think I could ever enjoy something like that a second time, it was just a magical moment sorta thing.

Sandy,
For someone who never considered herself a poet, you have certainly mastered poetry! This poem is so good in demonstrating the juxtaposition of wanting real love, but settling for the lies, the words the woman (or man) at least wants to hear. Good use of the two words, as well!

Thanks, to everyone who has read and commented on this. Micheale, this was one of my ancient song attempts, I just cheated and made it fit the two word challenge. (He's what came to mind when I saw the challenge and this was the closest fit of the hundred or so I wrote about that guy)

I wish I could write like that
love and light

Thank you, Marinela.

Sandy, This is a beautiful poem that has a touch of melancholy in it. I enjoyed it very much and am glad that you could enjoy that magical moment even though you realized the words were all lies. Great job.

you coulda been the fifth beatle with this one!

Fifth Beatle - I like that idea.

Frankie, there was nothing mean about what I wrote in the comment section of your article. You asked for help, I offered it. I was honest and fair. You published and asked for help. To come back and resist what you've asked for is foolish - but I think foolishness might have been your goal all along.

You're cute, Frankie. Probably cutest in small doses.

Sandy, back on track, good use of the word challenge! I think I'll try something too.

I like the dissonance in the rhythm - it pulls the flow apart on psychological level that emphasizes the subjects' self-deception, not just the lies of the lover.

"how long you've been dreaming of this day"
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This is something he should read but probably doesn't deserve to read. It's sad but beautifully heartfelt.

Oh, Sandy, this is awsome! I didn't think you wrote it for your own experience. I see it as a common theme that is repeated in many women's lives.

You asked me a direct question and here is a song that I love to play. Think of me when you remember it.
The Moody Blues

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters Ive written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.

Gazing at people,
Some hand in hand,
Just what Im going thru
They can understand.

Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end,

And I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

Nights in white satin,
Never reaching the end,
Letters Ive written,
Never meaning to send.

Beauty Id always missed
With these eyes before,
Just what the truth is
I cant say anymore.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you.

cause I love you,
Yes, I love you,
Oh, how, I love you.
Oh, how, I love you

Happy Unbirthday and best regards
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Sandy, you're a poet now? Well if so, a pretty damn good one :). I really liked this! On another note, LOL on the comment "you probably voted for Bush and still think he's doing a good job." LOL LOL

Laurie, I think it's safe to assume that guy doesn't read much of my work, huh? Thanks, everyone - Joel for the song, everyone else for reading and leaving me more to think about.

Pam, The nice part of this is that he's the kind of guy I could show this to and we'd have a great time talking about it Douglas You got it!! I pamper myself with similar lies once in a great while.

At least the lies only lasted for one night . . . some are less fortunate. great take onthe two word challenge Sandy!

Nice work Sandy

Thank you for sharing youir wisdom with us and so beautifully done.

Excellent, Sandy. Truly excellent.

Thanks, all. And a special thanks to you, Kathryn. After all we've been through this last week, this especially means a great deal to me.

This is really good. I don't think I've read your poetry before. I like it.