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Lobsang Member
since 2008-05-14
Posts 55
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I never met a woman Who loved me for who I am Just cause I was "doctor" Could give her more than SPAM. But I never loved a woman Who was out of shape and fat I've always picked my women Like one would pick a cat First there was the dancer But she left me for "LA" Then the rock musician Soon we parted ways But then I met the nicest girl Made her life a living hell Over years I fell in love with her By then she could not tell I thought we were built on rock But it was simply sand When things got tough and I failed She found another man Now I know the rules of love But I am broken in a pile This is the price that I pay For acting like a child I could never love another girl But if I could there's one condition That she simply never knew I have been called "physician" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Love is elusive at best. It seems the character you describe has mostly experienced the unrequited side of it. Hope this write provides some self-healing. Namaste. |
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