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Romance
Contributed by
ThePumpkinKing
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Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 04:02:36 PM in AEST
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Love can thrill, kill, all that you feel
Make you just, trust, fall into lust
Lights fires, desire, always expires
No good that could come, it's understood
Romance has set in again
My hearts in the noose once more
Romance has set in again
My hopes broken on the floor
This pain it's real, it steals, all joy you feel
I believe, see, love ain't for me
It blows, it flows, comes and it goes
I fumble, stumble, and now I crumble
Romance has set in again
The guns to my head once more
Romance has set in again
Freaking out and on the floor
***** romance
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Re: Romance
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by eatfresh22 on
Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 04:14:21 PM AEST
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Love sure can hurt sometimes...sounds like it has for you. I hope you find true love that won't cause you that kind of pain. Emotional poem.
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Re: Romance
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by liquidsunshine on
Monday, 24th May 2004 @ 05:26:20 PM AEST
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This is very emotional and sad. I like the poem, especially the rhythm-- it would make a GREAT rap song, like, one with an understandable, non-ephemeral meaning.
Bravo and encore! Hope you feel better.
Love,
Chelsea |
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Re: Romance
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 2nd June 2004 @ 07:19:57 PM AEST
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Please understand and know that love is not always painful. Even the ones that didn't work out still lit up a piece of your heart for a while. Every iota of love is important to our hearts. Cherish the good from each one and throw out the hurt. Never let hurt live with you for long. It is a cruel master.
Rita |
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