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[sid] => 29752
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Your Love Is Weak
[time] => 2003-12-19 14:28:09
[hometext] => I can do nothing with your love...
[bodytext] => I'll smother you with kisses and then smother you in anger With a pillow to your face and then I'll lock you in the hanger To dry and fall apart just like my insides Rot and decay to my abandoned heart cries Did you not think that I would find out? Its all I can do to refrain from shouts I really thought that you loved me But all you wanted to do was leave me Your love is weak - Your love is useless Your love is bleak - Your love is S*** You did this to me Why is it so hard to believe? With your insides in a jar I can make your beauty last And try to forget how you damaged me in the past Look into my eye and tell me what you see A plague, a curse, am I your living disease? I wanted to be with you But now there is no use You ripped away my heart And with this pain its so hard to start... You stopped me - You hurt me You contorted me - You enraged ME You did this to me Why is it so hard to believe? MY CHEST ***** ACHES - I feel so... MY CHEST ***** ACHES - I feel so wronged Hold back your lies - Hold back your lies Its pitiful the way you cry Hold back your lies - Hold back your lies Before the respect for you dies Hold back your lies - Hold back your lies Its pitiful the way you cry Hold back your lies - Hold back your lies ONE MORE I SWEAR YOU'LL ***** DIE HOLD BACK YOUR LIES - HOLD BACK YOUR LIES ITS PITIFUL THE WAY YOU CRY HOLD BACK YOUR LIES - HOLD BACK YOUR LIES BEFORE THE RESPECT FOR YOU DIES HOLD BACK YOUR LIES - HOLD BACK YOUR LIES ITS PITIFUL THE WAY YOU CRY HOLD BACK YOUR LIES - HOLD BACK YOUR LIES I SWEAR TO GOD YOU'RE GONNA ***** DIE You did this to me Why is it so hard to believe? I warned you, my love There's nothing left to do, but put you up On the shelf, in the jars I'll see you in hell, its not that far... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 288 [topic] => 59 [informant] => sicknivesevered [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => psychoticpoems )
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