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[aid] => mick
[title] => Love's Curse
[time] => 2004-10-30 16:33:31
[hometext] => This is a poem that was really hard for me to right...I cry everytime I read it and its mine...
[bodytext] => He couldn't stand the silence, He couldn't stand the tears, He couldn't stand his life, After only sixteen years. She was his entire world, She gave him all she possessed, He did the same in return, They were thought to be obsessed. Their love couldn't be reached, Couldn't be touched by any other, They were all they needed, They only wanted each other. From two they became one, They made each other whole, They filled each other's voids, They filled each other's souls. Everything was perfect, Everything was great, Till one damning day, They were told they'd have to wait. Her parents were moving her, To a distant place, They'd be torn apart, Couldn't see each other's face. They swore they'd make it work, Vowed to stay together, Didn't care about the distance, They'd be together forever. He gave it all he had, He did his very best, But she still slipped away, He didn't pass the test. While he was thinking of her, She had found another, She said she couldn't do it, She talked it over with her mother. He was devastated, His heart was torn straight out, He'd been such a fool, He should have listened to his doubt. From then on they stopped talking, Never spoke again, While she was with her new guy, He was dreaming of her, the same Every day he'd cry, He tried to fight off all the pain, But the hurting never stopped, Just shot through every vein. Months went by since the ending, But he only grew worse, He couldn't accept what happened, This was love's curse. It finally overtook him, He couldn't stand it anymore, He grabbed a picture of her, And snuck out the front door. He walked into the woods, Found a secluded place, Kept thinking of the past, And how he'd been replaced. Hours later he was found, In a pool of his blood, And beside him they found, Her picture in the mud. On the back read his reason, Why he took his life, What she did to him, It seemed she had held the knife. Though physically she didn't kill him, She tore his soul apart, It was obvious how she did, It was from a broken heart. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 48 [informant] => LIving_In_My_Dream [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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