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[title] => Stitches And Burns
[time] => 2009-06-29 11:36:52
[hometext] => Help me forget...
[bodytext] => Another night spent staring at the same old ceiling Emptying my head of your memories and this feeling If only I can rip my heart out and crush it I would I'm so tired of thinking of you, I must forget you, I should! I raised you so high that only angels could touch your feet And showered you with love, more than any woman could ever need I dreamed of you while I'm awake and thought of you in my sleep And I was so happy doing all that even if it made me feel cheap. I spent so many days thinking, hoping, praying that maybe someday All of this will be proven as tests then our lives will come to play And I would finally hold you in my arms and feel the touch of your skin And close my eyes not fearing that it will end just like another dream. But it dawned to me one day that you are not the girl I thought you were You are not that kindhearted girl and all those good things under You could have not have not love me back but I would have loved you still But you disrespected me regardless of what I would feel. "Stitches and Burns" is playing again inside my head How could I have been so blind for 2 years? How could it be? How could it... How could... How... Damn! I think I love you still... [comments] => 1 [counter] => 213 [topic] => 22 [informant] => my_forbidden_heart [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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