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Array ( [sid] => 162369 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the bs called love [time] => 2010-09-18 21:29:38 [hometext] => i thought i was happy til i looked at wat my life has become.. lies in a pretty package [bodytext] => I sit here with my lashes wet and my heart torn. Im doing the best of my ability.
Can you see? Im trying.
Can you tell? No, because its not enough in your eyes but its enough in mine.
You stare at me, your eyes laughing, the corners of your mouth stay put but you're smiling.
you're mocking me somehow, underneath this calm act you're showing.
there's a lie on your lips, its crushed by the accusations that u make. The truth isn't in between the lines, its in the touch you gave me, and the lies are in the look u give me.
i exited your life by the front door. did you see me?
i walked right passed u, i bid u good-bye, and walked away.
did u care?
When will you understand that even if i do love you, love can only block so many things, love can only hold so many emotions until it starts to break at the seams.
It'll falll apart and it wont be love anymore.., It'll be hate.
I thought i was happy until i looked at wat my life has become..
lies in a pretty package


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the bs called love

Contributed by tinybitinsane on Saturday, 18th September 2010 @ 09:29:38 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



I sit here with my lashes wet and my heart torn. Im doing the best of my ability.
Can you see? Im trying.
Can you tell? No, because its not enough in your eyes but its enough in mine.
You stare at me, your eyes laughing, the corners of your mouth stay put but you're smiling.
you're mocking me somehow, underneath this calm act you're showing.
there's a lie on your lips, its crushed by the accusations that u make. The truth isn't in between the lines, its in the touch you gave me, and the lies are in the look u give me.
i exited your life by the front door. did you see me?
i walked right passed u, i bid u good-bye, and walked away.
did u care?
When will you understand that even if i do love you, love can only block so many things, love can only hold so many emotions until it starts to break at the seams.
It'll falll apart and it wont be love anymore.., It'll be hate.
I thought i was happy until i looked at wat my life has become..
lies in a pretty package






Copyright © tinybitinsane ... [ 2010-09-18 21:29:38]
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Re: the bs called love (User Rating: 1 )
by TsunamiWaverider on Saturday, 18th September 2010 @ 09:48:24 PM AEST
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"A PACKAGE OF LIES"
"A PACK OF LIES"
even
"BS IN A BOTTLE"
would have been better than the title you gave it. LOL

Cheer up...

Love is a pain, as everyone knows
from the top of your head to the tips of your toes,
and sometimes it hurts, this thing they call 'love'
but no pain is worse than the pain of no love. ©


Re: the bs called love (User Rating: 1 )
by cashfan1 on Sunday, 19th September 2010 @ 10:57:34 AM AEST
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Sadness well dealt with in this piece, cheer up soon. Thanks for posting.


Re: the bs called love (User Rating: 1 )
by Ambivalence on Monday, 20th September 2010 @ 04:24:40 PM AEST
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this a powerful yet painful write u came up with.
there's a lot meaning in this piece.
all i can say is that the heart is a very fragile thing,
but dont let the heartbreak overwhelm,
because the heart can overcome anything.
hope to read more of your writes...

take care

-K.Z.




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