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So you turned to him and kissed
this perfect copy of myself.
I stood there, weeping in my soul
and yet rejoicing for your bliss.
I pray you did not hear the mighty cry
that filled me to the core,
that, with a thousand voices, told you: "Rose,
no man loves you more than I!"
O, how I wish I could have spoken true -
how much I need you by my side.
'The lonely angel' someone once me called,
and yet, the angel is not me, it's you.
In all my life, I never truly lived
until the day that I met you.
You took these hardened hearts of mine
and taught them how to laugh, to love, forgive.
Of all these thoughts I could not speak a word,
it would have made you choose not him - but me.
Though all the stars will sing my love
my mortal ears, it never shall be heard.
You always knew there can be no "Forever"
for us, timelord and an earthen child.
We both know you belong with him
not bound be my life's endless tether.
You have so much to do, to see
that I can never give.
I want for you the best of lives,
the best that ever there can be.
So love this man, in battle born,
in him you will remember me.
The joy is thine - the loss
forever mine to mourn.
this perfect copy of myself.
I stood there, weeping in my soul
and yet rejoicing for your bliss.
I pray you did not hear the mighty cry
that filled me to the core,
that, with a thousand voices, told you: "Rose,
no man loves you more than I!"
O, how I wish I could have spoken true -
how much I need you by my side.
'The lonely angel' someone once me called,
and yet, the angel is not me, it's you.
In all my life, I never truly lived
until the day that I met you.
You took these hardened hearts of mine
and taught them how to laugh, to love, forgive.
Of all these thoughts I could not speak a word,
it would have made you choose not him - but me.
Though all the stars will sing my love
my mortal ears, it never shall be heard.
You always knew there can be no "Forever"
for us, timelord and an earthen child.
We both know you belong with him
not bound be my life's endless tether.
You have so much to do, to see
that I can never give.
I want for you the best of lives,
the best that ever there can be.
So love this man, in battle born,
in him you will remember me.
The joy is thine - the loss
forever mine to mourn.
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WhyWeLoveDoctorWho - Series 2
Why we love Doctor Who Series 2:
Because the Tenth Doctor has new teeth.
Because of course we missed him.
Because he knows the Lion King.
Because he recognises the taste of A Positive blood.
Because he's rude and not ginger.
Because Jackie needs to shut up.
Because it's very British to have tea when the world's coming to an end.
Because everyone knows who Harriet Jones is.
Because he's certainly got a gob.
Because Jackie says the name of the show just before the opening titles run. Cheesy.
Because of the apple-grass.
Because he's slim... and just a little bit foxy.
Because he's still got it.
Because he's beating out a samba.
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Doctor Who?
He walks a lonely road today
And every day before
He is the wanderer,
The man without a home,
The lonely God.
Every day a new adventure
A new horizon to see.
Companions come, companions go
But they don't know his lonliness
But he moves on regardless.
The oncoming storm the Daleks shout,
But the Doctor doesn't care about that.
He is unafraid of them and clever,
He is witty and outsmarts us all;
But a Curse stops him being remembered.
Rose and Sarah both know him,
World's they've seen with you.
Here you are remembered,
Our friend but Doctor Who?
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Alone- Doctor Who
She was gone.
She left me here in the box, all alone.
I cried.
It hurt.
I cried.
I became depressed. I barely ate or slept.
I cried her name out every night.
Why?
I cried.
Why?
Why did you leave me?
Amy.
Why?
Amy.
Amelia Pond.
Little Amelia Pond.
Why did you leave me?
Your Raggedy Doctor.
You left me.
Amy, it hurt.
It still hurts.
I miss you. Do you miss me?
Amy.
I showed up at her house one night. Out of the blue.
Box.
She was sleeping. I climbed in her window and sat on the floor.
I didn't mean to wake her up with my sobs.
She sat straight up, shaking her ginger locks out of her face.
"Doctor?"
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Watching "Journey's End", the last episode of Doctor Who - Season 4 broke my heart, and I felt like putting some of my feelings in a poem.
This is written from the Doctor's point of view when he leaves Rose with the human Doctor at Bad Wolf Bay.
Bit of an unusual style to go with a 21st century TV show... that's what I get from reading too much Elizabeth Browning Perhaps I'll soon write another poem in a more contemporary style, but at the moment, I'm rather happy with this one.
By the way, comments and suggestions are MOLTO BENE!
This is written from the Doctor's point of view when he leaves Rose with the human Doctor at Bad Wolf Bay.
Bit of an unusual style to go with a 21st century TV show... that's what I get from reading too much Elizabeth Browning Perhaps I'll soon write another poem in a more contemporary style, but at the moment, I'm rather happy with this one.
By the way, comments and suggestions are MOLTO BENE!
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