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She's killing me
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svtcobra Junior Member
since 2000-05-23
Posts 14Syracuse,NY USA |
Devotion a word you can't relate to me Commitment something you give to someone else Time a thing I need more of with you Love a thing that you see as foreign to us Friendship a line that has already been crossed Confusion a perpetual state that I am in Pain my heart is so heavy |
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
Svtcobra~ this made my heart hurt...it's so sad. Very well written.  -SEALive,Love,Laugh :) ~SueB |
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Jan Member
since 2000-06-14
Posts 114 |
This is so sad...and beautiful. |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi svtcobra, Man you just sumed up my reality, WOW and you did so well and completely, I hope you are not going through this too. But if you are I wish you only the best, thank you for sharing this one it is perfect. Love, Cerenity |
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laryalee Member
since 2000-06-19
Posts 352Alberta, Canada |
I feel the sadness you are sharing... perhaps there'll come a time when you may want to add: "Hope ......." LL |
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amazon_lover Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 491Dublin,Ireland |
Hi Thats a very precise one..I hope everything works out for you. Its difficult if there's a lack of commitment and devotion... Sincerely A_L |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~A_L said it best....precise. Well said and touching....truly sad,..but well put. Take care. *Peace. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
He laughs as she runs screaming from the frog gripped in his hands And chases after her across the schoolyard Until she lets him catch up to her... I want to be loved like that. With trembling fingers he pins the flower to her dress Then grins at her fathers frown as he snaps a picture And a blush stains her cheeks a delicate pink... I want to be loved like that. He clears his throat as he places the ring on her finger And swears his undying love in front of his friends As tears run down her cheeks for the faith he is expressing... I want to be loved like that. His heart races and his hands tremble The first time he holds his newborn son And she gazes tenderly at him through pain weary eyes... I want to be loved like that. He comes home, exhausted, worn Too many heartaches, too many cares And she kisses the fears away... I want to be loved like that. He tenderly brushes silvered hair from her face And places a kiss on her upturned lips She smiles and gently squeezes age worn hands... I want to be loved like that. He slowly places one last rose on the winter hard ground And stumbles from this empty place As she watches him from heavens gate...waiting... I want to be loved like that. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
im sorry i really messed up here I am so new at this |
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