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[title] => Love deserted me
[time] => 2007-08-18 15:50:47
[hometext] => Its a poem in progress so its not completed, very short
[bodytext] => As you look inside me do you see my heart weep? well it does everyday.Ive searched for love but it seems she has strayed far away. My hearts leaving me, I doubt theres anything I could do to make him stay.
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Love deserted me
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nirvana12
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Saturday, 18th August 2007 @ 03:50:47 PM in AEST
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As you look inside me do you see my heart weep? well it does everyday.Ive searched for love but it seems she has strayed far away. My hearts leaving me, I doubt theres anything I could do to make him stay.
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Re: Love deserted me
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by shelby on
Saturday, 18th August 2007 @ 04:45:22 PM AEST
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Not a long write but packed with emotions and power. Sad line you have here.
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Re: Love deserted me
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by endlesspath on
Sunday, 19th August 2007 @ 04:30:36 AM AEST
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do finish would love to see what one has left to pen.
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Re: Love deserted me
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by rhymeandreason on
Sunday, 19th August 2007 @ 09:07:38 AM AEST
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I know the feeling.
Here is one I posted here a couple of years ago on thiss very subject and how I dealt with it.
I DON'T SPEAK OF LOVE ANYMORE.
Of all lifes mysteries,
LOVE is the most mysterious.
The who, what, when, where,
and whys of LOVE.
All down through history
it's been making folks delerious.
Did the same to me,
till i'd had enough.
BECAUSE:
love is only for those
to who LOVE will give it.
AND:
love is for who LOVE is for.
That wasn't me, I had to finally admit it.
Now, I don't speak of love anymore.
I don't speak of LOVE anymore,
although I feel the same.
I had hoped for love before,
I gave LOVE a name.
love is the gift.
LOVE is the giver.
Truly, LOVE is its own reward.
I am adrift on lifes raging river,
and LOVE won't tow my heart to shore.
I don't dream of love anymore.
I don't dream at all.
On dreams of LOVE my heart did soar.
Awake, how far and fast the fall.
For some, LOVE is magic,
for some LOVE is grand.
They find love tho they think they won't.
For me it was tragic,
just sleight of hand.
Now I see LOVE, now I don't.
I won't ask for love again.
I 'm sure I won't do that.
But if I do, please be a friend,
and beat me with a baseball bat.
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