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Array ( [sid] => 72095 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => ''She ''(painful little graces) [time] => 2004-11-18 12:50:53 [hometext] => [bodytext] => She sat down without a smile to hide her frown.
She said hes leaving town and she asked if he might stay,
but he shook his head and packed his bag instead.

Tassled black hair hung over her shoulder,
guided by tears it clung about her face.
As she swept it away i heard her say,
No more my heart i cannot take..
no more my love to break.
I vow this now she strongly said,
For feelings let them all be dead.

No arm could i place apon her own,
no words of sympathy be shown.
For she would not let that be.
so in silence we sat though together,alone.

As time ticked by,
she asked why..why did he have to go.
my dear i bowed and gently lead..
it was not that something that you said,
nor the time you spent wrapped in his bed,
no love would break if this where real,
now give your heart some time to heal.

She stood and shouted who the hell,
I thought i knew him oh so well,
what i had was illusion and lies made of woe.
And maybe then... i should just let him go....x [comments] => 1 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 22 [informant] => x_midnight_x [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )

''She ''(painful little graces)

Contributed by x_midnight_x on Thursday, 18th November 2004 @ 12:50:53 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

She sat down without a smile to hide her frown.
She said hes leaving town and she asked if he might stay,
but he shook his head and packed his bag instead.

Tassled black hair hung over her shoulder,
guided by tears it clung about her face.
As she swept it away i heard her say,
No more my heart i cannot take..
no more my love to break.
I vow this now she strongly said,
For feelings let them all be dead.

No arm could i place apon her own,
no words of sympathy be shown.
For she would not let that be.
so in silence we sat though together,alone.

As time ticked by,
she asked why..why did he have to go.
my dear i bowed and gently lead..
it was not that something that you said,
nor the time you spent wrapped in his bed,
no love would break if this where real,
now give your heart some time to heal.

She stood and shouted who the hell,
I thought i knew him oh so well,
what i had was illusion and lies made of woe.
And maybe then... i should just let him go....x

Copyright © x_midnight_x ... [ 2004-11-18 12:50:53]
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Re: ''She ''(painful little graces) (User Rating: 1 )
by Xxluckie_lynnxX on Saturday, 22nd January 2005 @ 09:56:17 PM AEST
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awe .. how sad .. broken hearts are hard to mend

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