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[aid] => mick
[title] => Scorned Hero
[time] => 2006-02-21 19:33:32
[hometext] => I write alot about love. This another poem that questions the situation, what love is, and loving that person so much, that no matter what they do, you've already taken your heart was gifted away.
[bodytext] => If only her eyes could feel the pain this distance causes. Emotional crimes cannot be solved. For in her presence this agony still isn’t laid to rest. Why have we credited love as the healer of all wounds, for if we only could accuse it for the felony of theft. Hearts cannot be stolen yet if given as a gift, shall be returned by ignorance. A gift as precious as life can drain the remains of the hours you vowed to give to the blade that will curse upon your name. How shallow is your soul? Is this in reference to self, or reference to her, for reference to you could be reference to me. Are you my heart? The pain of trying to severe one soul from the strings that used to make your heart feel whole can lead to your demise, unfortunately once your wrap her strings around your heart there is no escape either the weight of her hollow eyes shall create a thousand pieces of a broken man. Yet feel no guilt as you were the cause of the deterioration. Was it I that picked up the knife? Was it I that opened the book, and killed the hero from the fairy tale? Is it I who cannot touch with my eyes? The way you smile makes my heartbeat ascend to the heavens, Your eyes reminiscent of my dream of the diamond ocean Your scent makes me wonder if flowers were to envy you. Yet as much as you medicate me with more hurt, I tend to chase the fragrance. Does it numb me from reality? No matter what they say. I don’t care. I gave this heart to you and you can break it for all I care, Love is not a hit or miss, I don’t care if loneliness becomes too heavy. I shall not let anyone take your place, even if I shall live with a hollow chest, for no matter how fast my heart beats, I don’t feel alive anymore. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Crim [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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