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Sorry doesn’t make it
As freedom never can
I’m halfway through this journey
Not halfway near a man

And now I wish I’d shown you
How proud you made feel
By writing me these letters
That told me love for real

But sorry doesn’t make it
I know I wish it could
I’m halfway through this journey
Not doing what I should

And now I wish I’d shown you
this tiny lonely heart
That did not dare to love you
and then was lost apart

No sorry doesn’t make it
I’d write you if I should
I’m halfway through this journey
Not doing what I could

And now I wish I’d shown you
reality apart
You did not know the stranger
But loved his tiny heart

But sorry doesn’t make it
As freedom never could
I’m halfway through the forest
Not knowing any wood

And now I wish I’d shown you
How well you made me speak
By granting me some spirit
Where power made me weak

Well, Peter, I like that. It looks like discovering and going through those old love letters is bringing up some feelings for you with some, and dredging them up with others. Will you be writing a poem for the competition? I really like the last verse.

Neither Michael nor Laurie have mentioned making contact with Lizzie and Peter to confirm their participation.

~ Lizzy

Hi Lizz,
I am moving away from my old flat this weekend so I won't be writing much. You are right, It was the old letters that drove me to writing this text. I guess I got drunk, and felt real bad about things, the words are - one more - drunkards plea.

I was not aware that it was me they meant for the comp. I wont be able to judge, you know semithinker/semifool

Peter

Hi Peter ~

Actually, they didn't mean you , so you can rest in not being able to follow through on their request. Lizzie Madder's paramour is also named Peter. I was merely wondering whether you were planning to participate by submitting a poem, since you've already written one with the exact title of the theme.

Yes ~ cleaning out and coming across old memories can make one very nostalgic. Put some alcohol into the mix and, well, anything can happen, from poems and songs to phone calls and visits . Anyway, I couldn't tell you were drunk from the writing. I actually took it to be a song.

Good luck with your moving... it can be such a... well, inconvenience would be the nice word .

~ Lizzy