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[sid] => 87198
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Hand Drawn Hearts
[time] => 2005-03-11 15:49:59
[hometext] => Read, its somethin we all do...
[bodytext] => Tell me why, we waste, so many nights; writing down their names, inside those hearts, we've sketched repeatedly, on our writing paper. Being in trance, thinking of the one, we've been caught in lust with. Oh lust... it's oh so gloriously misleading. It's there, and fades away. Yet you can never say, you've never been caught, writing in those hand drawn hearts, "I love..." or "So and So, is my world" their name centered, in those hearts copiously scattered, in every white spot of paper. And when your heart gets broken, you go back to that same paper, and cross the name out of the one who killed your smile, than replace it with a new, writing down how much you hate, "the boy who killed my dreams" And then those hearts still look at you... A memory of a lust gone wrong, even when you cross them out, scribble till their nothing but a black hole- or a faded pencil lining, they are there, something, that once was, something that never leaves those stupid hand drawn hearts I've wasted hours making, sketching, all over each and every page of each and every notebook I've ever written thoughts. Why though... mystery [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 48 [informant] => setting_in_the_sun [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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