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[sid] => 7034
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => cursed with love
[time] => 2002-11-19 18:30:00
[hometext] => another real uplifting peice. A written reminder of the unhappiness of being alone.
k [bodytext] => Why am I cursed with love The love of love The want of love The lust of being in love My passion for a non-existing companion is monumental Taking advice about how to find someone I am already in love with, is like taking a hot poker in the eye The pain of the suggestion is overwhelming, knowing the person is taking for granted the love between them and there half committed other while I willingly kill school children and nun’s for a love I haven’t met yet. After their suggestion cools off from the point of glowing white hot anger, my vision is distorted from the lasting scars of their advice Maybe it would be better if I acted like a rich full of confidence stuck up jock Instead of a young gifted artist with a galaxy of unproven ideas, a burning soul, a heart that could pump the fires of hell through its veins for just one kiss from my seemingly impossible love Why is the conclusion never good I have found the girl of my dreams many times It’s the girl of my conscience life that eludes me so I have seen god’s evolution of prototypes for my other half I have seen the systems and sub systems being tested for years Sisters of friends, best friends, girlfriends and my close female friends God is sparing no expense Few times have I seen all that I need Increasingly I am finding women that is beginning to match my dream and conscience criteria They are usually taken and with good reason They are not in love though Not the way I feel it Willing to give up vital body parts on the first date kind of stuff Few people see love through blood See the flesh as a tool to give your love to someone else through This is all quite normal Not sick and demented Love is not a hug at the airport, it’s throwing up because they left [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 22 [informant] => shampoo_in_my_bed [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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