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Array ( [sid] => 153485 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Love&Life My Way [time] => 2009-09-21 16:52:29 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Ah,the stories i could tell of a woman who
has won and lost at love.
Always though at her will,love from above
and from that pit they call hell.

I've lived in mansions and lived in tents.
Gotcha,it makes no sense but such is
the life of the party.Me

Day's have gone by with faint innocence left in my bed.
Also i have kicked him out of my tent on his head.

Been the belle of the ball and been the drunk up
against the wall.
Age has now crept up on me,no more flower child
well just a little bit way back in me.Yea
Those were the days of Hendrix and Purple Haze.

I wish on no one the sadness i have endured
the bliss.Grab it women every chance.
I have loved deeply with no remorse,passion comes
easy when your full of love.
Even though sometimes my love wasn't enough.

Sometimes bruised and battered believe me,
it didn't matter.I left at the blink of an eye even
though they thought they could hurt me.
I left them heartbroken and crying.

I'll hurt you before you hurt me wasn't just my
line it was who i had become.

The simplicity of a tent,ah wonderful.
When you have nothing but him a tent is the
perfect place.
To sleep during a rainstorm on the beach
with your love,nothing compares to the above.

Many loves but only one true.
Yes,the tent.
I have dined with the upper crust but give me
a tent any day with a beautiful man that you trust.
I miss him so much,he's asleep,that's what i
like to say.
It sounds better anyway. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 134 [topic] => 48 [informant] => KathyT [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Love&Life My Way

Contributed by KathyT on Monday, 21st September 2009 @ 04:52:29 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Ah,the stories i could tell of a woman who
has won and lost at love.
Always though at her will,love from above
and from that pit they call hell.

I've lived in mansions and lived in tents.
Gotcha,it makes no sense but such is
the life of the party.Me

Day's have gone by with faint innocence left in my bed.
Also i have kicked him out of my tent on his head.

Been the belle of the ball and been the drunk up
against the wall.
Age has now crept up on me,no more flower child
well just a little bit way back in me.Yea
Those were the days of Hendrix and Purple Haze.

I wish on no one the sadness i have endured
the bliss.Grab it women every chance.
I have loved deeply with no remorse,passion comes
easy when your full of love.
Even though sometimes my love wasn't enough.

Sometimes bruised and battered believe me,
it didn't matter.I left at the blink of an eye even
though they thought they could hurt me.
I left them heartbroken and crying.

I'll hurt you before you hurt me wasn't just my
line it was who i had become.

The simplicity of a tent,ah wonderful.
When you have nothing but him a tent is the
perfect place.
To sleep during a rainstorm on the beach
with your love,nothing compares to the above.

Many loves but only one true.
Yes,the tent.
I have dined with the upper crust but give me
a tent any day with a beautiful man that you trust.
I miss him so much,he's asleep,that's what i
like to say.
It sounds better anyway.

Copyright © KathyT ... [ 2009-09-21 16:52:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Love&Life My Way (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 21st September 2009 @ 05:02:34 PM AEST
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That must be one hell of a tent...

Re: Love&Life My Way (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Tuesday, 22nd September 2009 @ 12:36:17 AM AEST
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Hi KathyT

I could almost hear Frank Sinatra's ''I did it my way''
playing in the background as I read your poem.
Catching that defiant note in your words, maybe
''I'm still standing'' is now more appropriate - can't,
for the life of me, remember who sang that one(?)

Well crafted again.

Tommy

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