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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Leading You on Down
[time] => 2003-07-14 04:35:00
[hometext] => To those of use blessed with beauty, don't abuse your power. Love is not a game.
[bodytext] => True love was merely a proverbial phrase until you barged into the solitary maze that was my hum-drum life. Everyday showered with rumors of obsession that's when I should have seen your dejection but my apathy pierced like a knife. You were a mystery to me but tall dark and handsome set you free from my immediate rejection And what with your unrequited love and all I couldn't just let you fall away from my affection. Little did I expect that my platonic attitude was why your heart bled out into song. My avoiding stare did not mean to make your genuine heart seem illogical and wrong. For into my unworthy self you devoted all time, energy, and health that you could not bang into your drum, still unaware that your sun and sand was forced into cold, unknowledgeable hands. To your ernest soul, I was numb. When finally I saw the depth of your pain your baggage had already been claimed, post marked with permanent scars. I had searched in everyone but you , but I was the only one that knew that it had gone too far. I cut our pseudo-connection apart with a sharp letter sent straight to your illusioned heart disguised as Christmas cheer. Leaving you scattered in pieces still begging me with pleases to start over, but I just wouldn't hear. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 22 [informant] => lunablue [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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