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[sid] => 117196
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[aid] => mick
[title] => A story of pain and addiction
[time] => 2006-03-28 02:26:47
[hometext] => First submission, constructive critics only please
[bodytext] => Tell me a story of love and conviction A story free of pain and addiction I’ll sit here and listen while you talk Thinking of all the paths that I’ve walked You tell me stories of a girl that is lost Searching to find herself at all costs She cannot love like she has before Thoughts of new love only hurt her more All she was doing was trying to forget All her past loves and all her regrets Pushing away all that she had known Thinking about how his love had grown She burst into tears whenever she heard his voice She knew she needed to make a choice Between true love with her soul mate Or being alone and tempting fate She finally broke down and chose the latter Because she thought it did not matter “The road I’m on may be dark and long, but in the end, I’ll be rich and strong.” She wanted him still to be at her side, Through darker times to light and guide. The pain she caused him had been too much, She pushed him away, and so as such He moved on to another part of his life Seven years later he met his wife Past memories he put behind But thoughts of the girl still filled his mind Picked up the bottle, tried to drink her away In hopes of forgetting her someday For him that day, it never came He died alone; she drove him insane. But for her however, her heart had changed She finally got her thoughts arranged She felt his love was all that she had Life without him was driving her mad She finally went out to find him again But all she found was tremendous pain After searching throughout all the land She found he had died, bottle in hand. She knew he had loved her for all of those years She started to cry millions of tears She lived alone the rest of her days… So that’s my story, “What do ya say?” I tightly clenched my jaw and blinked through the tears “That’s the worst story I’ve heard in years, All I wanted was action and glory!” You smiled and said “But this is our story…” I held you close and softly kissed your lips, And felt your skin with my fingertips, Holding you, remembering our past Soaring through heaven, together at last… [comments] => 5 [counter] => 242 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Graham [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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