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Post by Lisa Vicious on May 16, 2006 18:10:44 GMT -5
Integrity, intangible, a miracle….
Letters written but never sent for blue eyes only to read what I really meant,
in between the lines, the lies, and the pain
lived a girl who loved you ,
A girl hell bent on being a woman.
All the pills and the booze and the choices made wrong,
the trauma, the stomach pumping, the flow -
of falling in love with falling in love,
is getting old.
I gave you my heart, you kept it in a jar -
pickled with my tears like Chicago rain,
do you remember that night we met?
You sucker-kissed me and the room began to spin,
I’d give a lifetime of truth for you to pretend you love me again.
There are days I wish we never met
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amyleeotepfan19
Curiousity Killer
Love is the slowest form of suicide...
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Post by amyleeotepfan19 on May 16, 2006 20:40:22 GMT -5
I know how you feel with this one too. Especially the last 2 lines. It reminds me of a not so good situation that I went thru not all that long ago. Things like this happen... and sometimes the only way to get thru then is to destroy yourself thru creation, just so you cna put yourself back together again without as much of this part within you.
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Post by QueenSlut on May 17, 2006 8:56:53 GMT -5
I could feel the heartbreak in this one...jumping right off of the screen! Very powerful Lisa!!
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