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Questioning Love

Contributed by lifefliesby on Saturday, 15th May 2004 @ 04:15:20 PM in AEST
Topic: LostLove

I need someone
To hold me tight
To be there when
I take my flight

To help me love
And live my life
And maybe someday
Be my wife

To want me as much
As I do you
To never tell me
The untrue

To never lie
Or walk away
And to want these things
To stay this way

I search and look
From high to low
But I find no one
With love to show

I find friends and girls
Who just want sex
Or the one's
Who call me 'ex'

I sit, frustrated
And wanting more
Wanting someone
To whom I adore

I see no ending
To my pain
It feels as though
I speak in vain

So I'll end this now
And wish you, good luck
For I feel MY heart
will always
run amuck...

Copyright © lifefliesby ... [ 2004-05-15 16:15:20]
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Re: Questioning Love (User Rating: 1 )
by liquidsunshine on Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 07:54:42 PM AEST
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:( Reminds me of "I Lost My Grip" and "The Jezebel In Me"
BUT!!!!!
It's a great poem
Love,
Chels

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