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Sunday, September 23, 2007
No one deserves this pain.
Devastated, swallow those butterflies &
Feel that shattered heart. Broken
just as glass. Feel the pain of betrayal,
repeatedly stabbed in the back. Destroyed
by simple actions and idiotic excuses.
Sin and sin again, love and never find
love again.
Inexplicably unacceptable,
Terribly tragic
Of all the feelings you could extract
heart pains and tears
What happened to that smile &
those simple words, notions
Stupid mistakes, cost everything &
I’m gone.
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Hello Janet im Umesh from India .
ur posts r really gr8 . hav u composed them? i cannot imagine a girl of my age writing such a thoughtfull stuff!!!!
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Hark/
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Hark/ I hear angels, or bells...
that is the screaming in my head.
The bells that toll from your scent...
the scent of man, of my love... my sweet.
Hark/ I hear nothing but silence... but,
our hearts as they beat. I feel. A miracle
of our bare skin on each other's...
Hark/ I feel nothing but unexplainable.
Unbelievable. Belonging. Love. Lust. Love.
It must be... I feel it. I am it. With you.
Hark/ That sound... utter silence,
but yet I can hear the world, falling.
Crashing around me. I feel you pulled,
from me. We are no longer one but two.
Separate-- pupil and teacher.
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Hello Janet im Umesh from India .
ur posts r really gr8 . hav u composed them? i cannot imagine a girl of my age writing such a thoughtfull stuff!!!!
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UMESH, at October 30, 2007 at 10:21 PM
Hark/
that is the screaming in my head.
The bells that toll from your scent...
the scent of man, of my love... my sweet.
Hark/ I hear nothing but silence... but,
our hearts as they beat. I feel. A miracle
of our bare skin on each other's...
Hark/ I feel nothing but unexplainable.
Unbelievable. Belonging. Love. Lust. Love.
It must be... I feel it. I am it. With you.
Hark/ That sound... utter silence,
but yet I can hear the world, falling.
Crashing around me. I feel you pulled,
from me. We are no longer one but two.
Separate-- pupil and teacher.
Labels: teach me
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