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[aid] => mick
[title] => false satisfaction
[time] => 2005-04-04 14:52:23
[hometext] => i couldnt find the right topic to put this under, its about false love... but how its better then nothing.
[bodytext] => Your sending chills up my spine pulling me into your decieving lips i seal this moment, that we intertwine and your hands move down my hips Its more than erotic the way you move about me yet i know its not love ; your words i wont ever forget but im a pretender in my canvas world you cant see where Bright red is the only color my heart will get and oceans of turqoise run through like the waters in your eyes beautiful red roses of deciet run ten feet high Black grass is the forsaken land where i forget about your lies Step into my world baby, does it satisfy? I could go on to please your every mood telling you im alright with being a fake Adding paint to my canvas to cover the crude to cover the truth, my feelings i foresake But somethings burning deep inside ive tried to kill it's need but i can't kill my pride and i cant overtake the seed You planted it so deep into my heart so deep, that no shovel will ever dig it out i have to save myself ; so we must part and the saving begins with this one shout False satisfaction is no way to please I love you too much to let your love be my tease. So heres my Last Goodbye tonight and from there on out, this canvas shall run white. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 180 [topic] => 71 [informant] => bttrflynajar [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => secrets )
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