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Pain which never comes
Contributed by
petulinka
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Thursday, 28th October 2010 @ 04:55:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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I was always so worried…
it might have come any time and for the case it would always be the wrong one. Dead person walking, no crashes, no lies, it was love forever, they say. For the good the worse. Every time try to imagine, it goes black and white. Should have done more, said less. The line is clear
t i c t a c, t i c t a c
Cant leave you disobey. Undamaged, unbroken, flashy ´n´ shiny new. But what if it´s just a surface you are looking to, can man make a difference? Or is it like the sun´s beam whispering the policy be set. No hope to diverse yourself. Walking away now, or no other choice you have but to be there, suffer. If there are two possibilities, which way would you pick?? Little hesitation, little breathe and cough…well, I would stay there standing and let others to decide. Hundred days passing, shadows reflects on your face.
So worried so much worried I was...
But I tried anyway. It felt so good, I could have this ticking-tempo machine. Never stops, You go or rebel. But is it war worth fighting? You won once and now… you´re loosing so much…those 5 mins of fame we always dream about..everything so blurred, everbody cares, Be yourself, and make it worth. What sily empty phrases do we have to bear?..im sick, tired of all this pain. Can I ever forget? Do I want to?... Why the only thing always left is so small, just memories, so vague, so cold. Cant there be a button to switch all real..
im so worried, never been so worried before...
One step for me, what´s it for the mankind? For friends?...for love…
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2010-10-28 16:55:17]
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Re: Pain which never comes
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by iodinelove on
Thursday, 28th October 2010 @ 09:30:43 PM AEST
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Love is the hearts injustice unto itself. To love is to know pain, for the heart is unable to exceed the physical limitations of itself. How can we love when we cannot achieve the greatness and solidity of that love, but only witness its inception, and ultimately the dereliction of ourselves through that love.
Love hurts because it warps us, alters us, twists us until we are something broken or something new.
Anyway, good poem. Sorry for the rant...sometimes it just...bubbles up. |
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Re: Pain which never comes
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by sidneyconrad23 on
Wednesday, 17th November 2010 @ 08:52:18 AM AEST
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| Really really like this write poetry are feelings that makes a good write keep using that gift you have from God. |
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