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Array ( [sid] => 44030 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Till Love Started to Hurt [time] => 2004-04-20 10:38:25 [hometext] => i could not write fast enough to get this out comments are welcomed thanks wayne [bodytext] => I’m sick and tired
Of standing in this spot
Clinging to the edge
Looking over the brink
Feeling the things
That haunt my dreams
Tortured by thoughts
That I so often think
That everything
I ever wanted
Is just beyond my reach
Like a mirage
It was waved and flaunted
Right in front of my eyes
So I bent down to drink
Savoring the moment
Hoping it’d last
Feeling relief and joy
But in the end
Getting my spirit dashed
And crushed on the shore
As reality crashes in
My hearts had it
It can’t take anymore
How am I supposed to care
But only halfway
How am I supposed to trace the image
But not connect the dots
How am I supposed to play the role
But never get the part
How am I supposed to utter fears
I can’t even say
How am I supposed to tear apart
My body and my soul
And convince my mind
Not to follow my heart
Will I ever heal
And one day be whole
Will I ever learn
To love some more
I’d never done it before
I’ll never do it again
I’ll never open up my heart
And show someone
The terror within
Cause I lost my will to live
My will to love
My will to give
And I lost my will to take part
In this push and shove
I lost my will to be who I am
And change who I was
I lost my will to walk
My will to care
And my will to talk
That’s why I’m sitting here
Dwelling in the torment
Of heartbreak
And it’s never-ending wake
It’s caused me
To lose my will to hope
That’s why I grope
For a way out of this
But this is my fate
Sealed with a kiss
From Venus’ lips
Oh how sweet it was
Till I realized the curse
Oh how sweet it was
Till love started to hurt

© Wayne Wende


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Till Love Started to Hurt

Contributed by swiftsouljah on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 10:38:25 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



I’m sick and tired
Of standing in this spot
Clinging to the edge
Looking over the brink
Feeling the things
That haunt my dreams
Tortured by thoughts
That I so often think
That everything
I ever wanted
Is just beyond my reach
Like a mirage
It was waved and flaunted
Right in front of my eyes
So I bent down to drink
Savoring the moment
Hoping it’d last
Feeling relief and joy
But in the end
Getting my spirit dashed
And crushed on the shore
As reality crashes in
My hearts had it
It can’t take anymore
How am I supposed to care
But only halfway
How am I supposed to trace the image
But not connect the dots
How am I supposed to play the role
But never get the part
How am I supposed to utter fears
I can’t even say
How am I supposed to tear apart
My body and my soul
And convince my mind
Not to follow my heart
Will I ever heal
And one day be whole
Will I ever learn
To love some more
I’d never done it before
I’ll never do it again
I’ll never open up my heart
And show someone
The terror within
Cause I lost my will to live
My will to love
My will to give
And I lost my will to take part
In this push and shove
I lost my will to be who I am
And change who I was
I lost my will to walk
My will to care
And my will to talk
That’s why I’m sitting here
Dwelling in the torment
Of heartbreak
And it’s never-ending wake
It’s caused me
To lose my will to hope
That’s why I grope
For a way out of this
But this is my fate
Sealed with a kiss
From Venus’ lips
Oh how sweet it was
Till I realized the curse
Oh how sweet it was
Till love started to hurt

© Wayne Wende






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Re: Till Love Started to Hurt (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 11:12:22 AM AEST
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Yes, when the end comes, love does hurt. I know I will try love again if it comes my way, but I will certainly be more cautious of opening my heart. This is a write I could truly feel. Keep penning, Wayne.

Rita


Re: Till Love Started to Hurt (User Rating: 1 )
by Remy on Tuesday, 20th April 2004 @ 02:06:47 PM AEST
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oh wow... i can feel the flooding of haunting thoughts rushing in! great write... ;0)
~Remy~


Re: Till Love Started to Hurt (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Tuesday, 25th May 2004 @ 03:27:18 AM AEST
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wow you took the words out of my mouth! what a great poem you got here. How am I supposed to play the role,But never get the part.. this line is me all the way.




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