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[sid] => 121504
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Control
[time] => 2006-06-08 21:11:42
[hometext] => It's kind of like a wierd black-and-white type poem.
[bodytext] => She taps her fingers to a song and sings. He listens to the radio and never opens his mouth. She would kill to just see something else. He wants to live in his childhood house. She wants to be an artist. He doesn't care. She doesn't have money to spare. He has the world. She works to have a decent existence. He's lazy to the point of no return. She's so outgoing and a little crazy. He's stupid and thinks he's perfect. She sees someone else when she looks in the mirror. He rubs it in her face that she's not pretty. She gave it all up for him. He gave a little and kept it to himself. She loves him until the end. And he'll be there as long as she isn't annoying. 'True love has so many faces' she says 'and he'll never be the one' And he'll go down on a knee and tell her he's always going to be there. And she can never say no, because she's all alone. She'll always say yes, because she thinks there's nothing else. He'll always be there, always controlling. She'll always fear the life without someone there to take care of her, cause life's no worth living alone. Eventually nothing will be hers. It will all be his. And she's not allowed to care. True love comes in so many faces, she'll think to herself, and she'll know he was never the one. But she loves him. She knows what she feels. Even if it's so inevitable, That she'll never be in control. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 74 [informant] => MG_Akela22090 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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