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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Jezebel In Me
[time] => 2004-05-02 16:30:43
[hometext] => *My ex still thinks he's in love with me. I've 'broken his heart' twice now & I feel a bit like a Jezebel. I've moved on &it's time he did too.*
[bodytext] => A day in the life of Jezebel I’ve had my turn, and now I’ll tell I met a boy and reeled him in But he, not me, heard violins I thought of love and said it too But took it back and made him blue Later, we did reminisce Of every time that we had kissed Alas! He’d found another girl But when I came round, ‘twas she that he’d hurled He tossed her aside as we met again But with little time, I knew we were friends He still doesn’t see it. He’s totally blind. I wish that the spell would break and not bind. This spell that I cast, to cast is my curse To counter the spell, it just made it worse It seems that my curse is that I cast spells And right away the lump in my throat swells It is not easy and I break his heart Yet he still loves me just as from the start I want him to leave and to be my friend But he will not see the absolute end He knows that it’s over yet cannot see That there is a life, a life without me So I just move on and ignore the past As he stumbles ‘round as if it will last I’m through with playing and I hate this game I will not budge and I don’t feel the same No matter how much he wants it to change It’s simple as this: I’m not in his range. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 182 [topic] => 52 [informant] => liquidsunshine [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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