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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Chip Of Stone
[time] => 2005-04-21 15:34:16
[hometext] => lay it on my tomb
[bodytext] => Infaturation I thought it was more Nothing known of what was in store In love there should be no harm You drew me in with your every charm I am and was in love Blinded because You looked into my eyes Promises I have learned to despise For better for worse From the start our "cursed" Never never will I know Howm sincerly I took our vow Children came and life was blessed What was happening; What did I miss Busy providing Maybe I had neglect Sorry I didn't detect Your heart grew stone cold I aways put you on the pettlestool love with cupid stood by the garden pool You had a hold on my mind heart and soul In my heart you I could easily find In togetherness I was blind Your stature grew I never knew In the garden of my mind Perhaps too subline Outside it may not have shown My love for you inside was overblown How I bragged She's mine and other hearts sagged Until too late I couldn't see My love didn't want me indescriable is how I felt I decended into hell Watery eyes Never to rise Still I chip away Loves statue still on display Of love I retain a piece A chip of stone a little dice Until my heart; my very own Until my heart turns to stone A token of past love Someone place it on my grave above Only I will know from whom If only someone would lay it on my tomb Lost love is never ever really lost. Pieces are forever carried with you. Sinned [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 22 [informant] => sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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