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[aid] => mick
[title] => Love and Fear
[time] => 2009-07-02 01:55:35
[hometext] => About a girl who has never had good valentines day
[bodytext] => It was valenties day, Love filled the air. Fear filled my heart. Everyone was so happy, They dressed up for the party, And they danced like they were having the time of their lives. Love filled the air I watched the boys hand out cards, Confessing their affections for those they admired. I sat in silence, as no boy came up to me Even when they saw me, They asked the girl behind me to dance. Every girl had a rose, a gift of memory Love filled the air I am used to heartbreaks, Every party is a fear for me It was like i was invisible. When the party was over, The bullies made me clean up the hall. Pieces of my heart scattered as i went back to my hostel. I went straight to bed, with heart burn hidden tears. everyone else was happy, They spoke about how they danced with their dream boy all night long. I watched girls smell their rose like it was heaven. That is the past, but it still haunts me in the future. For the first time, i fell in love. Some one finally something special in me. I didnt know how to respond, I was so happy. I was too innocent, i didnt know what he wanted in me Soon after, i felt he didnt love me. He never told me he loved me, but i thought he did. Yet, I know the smell of a rose, but not the symbol of its love. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 144 [topic] => 32 [informant] => funmi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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