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What are the Odds
Contributed by
irrelevant
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Friday, 4th November 2011 @ 02:17:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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what are the odds...
50:50 bliss to pain
the sublime rush of love to the heart tearing pain
Locked in a centrifuge of love
I cannot get a handle on this intolerable game
Moments shared tangle a love story
laughter binds us for what is meant to be our enternity
caught up in this life, my greatest glory!
A happy energy levitates me to new stories of love.
Then those moments plummet to new hieghts of lows
My heart dissolves
I'm the dead walking
I question whether I should go...
Love strikes back and so the twisted game begins
I cannot leave leave.
My lonely fear controls me and grips my actions.
My bi-polar love, can it be remedied?
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2011-11-04 14:17:20] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: What are the Odds
(User Rating: 1 ) by deusdeira on
Friday, 4th November 2011 @ 04:25:55 PM AEST (User
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love... like life... is what you make of it. If you decide to fill it with romance... you will. Unfortunately, love is a two-sided coin, and you cannot keep your heart from being broken. All you can do is keep your side of the bargain, and give it everything you have, and hope to god that you picked someone that will do the same. |
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Re: What are the Odds
(User Rating: 1 ) by DjFreshmatic on
Friday, 4th November 2011 @ 04:31:05 PM AEST (User
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Enjoyed this poem very much. =) |
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Re: What are the Odds
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Friday, 4th November 2011 @ 11:09:12 PM AEST (User
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Welcome to YPDC.
Awesome and I can relate from my past.
Blessings,
emy |
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