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I think this poem says it all really..I had this sent too me in an email from a very close freind of mine..the words are true,even though I dont always care too admit it..if I do I feel weak and useless :( Its my birthday today..another one with out the other person that made me whole! :(
LIES

My Mel, she tells a lot of lies
She never did before.
From now until the day she dies.
She'll tell a whole lot more.
She used to tell the truth, a lot
But now it doesn't matter.
I died and went to heaven,
Her life is all a-shatter.
Ask my Mel how is she.
She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine!"
She wants to beg "Please help me.
I can't find that man of mine!"
Ask my Mel, how is she,
She'll say, "I'm alright."
If that's the truth then tell me,
Why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mel, how is she,
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice, you see,
Nor the strength to yell.
You think you know the feeling,
But this cannot be.
For even though you loved me,
You didn't love as much as she.
She will smile and tell you,
"It's o.k. God has a plan."
But she will turn away and cry
'Cause she just can't understand.
Tell a joke and she will laugh,
But she is not o.k.
She wants to share the joke with me,
But it will not be today.
I watch from here, in Heaven.
Her distress disturbs my peace.
Will someone please take care of her,
And thus take care of me?
"Some day you will feel better."
"Yes I will." she lies.
She knows this will not happen,
Until the day she dies.
"I was so lucky!
I had him all those years!"
(They passed in a minute,
I shed so many tears.)
Ask my Mel how is she,
She'll say, "Thank you. Good."
She cannot tell you how she feels.
Oh, how I wish she could.
Ask my Mel how is she,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping."
For God's sake, Mel, just tell the truth
Just say your heart is broken.
Ask my Mel how is she,
"I'm well, I'm good. And you?"
I'll shake my head in Heaven.
It simply isn't true.
She'll love me all her life.
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask how is she,
She'll lie and say she's fine.
Her carnival is over.
She's stepped off the carousel.
But, to save you feeling badly,
She'll say, "Thanks, all is well."
My Mel, she's not gone mad, yet.
But, oh so very nearly.
Don't ask my Mel how is she,
Ask how is she, really.
I am here in Heaven.
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you, don't listen.
Hug her, hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold.
I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here Mel,
With all the lies you told!
Posted on 07/03/07, 07:07 pm