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Post by rissed on Apr 8, 2003 21:55:53 GMT -5
you and me no more must everything be about you? everything i write seems to be of you stop  |
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Post by Yellie on Apr 25, 2003 17:36:31 GMT -5
The first broken heart I was 'given' was v hard. The first thing I thought of in the morning was him, last thing I thought of before I fell asleep was him. It took me so long to get over that I began to think that the pain was part of myself, of my person, that I could never fall in love again. It took me 2 and a half year before I began to feel ready to try again, and then I found that I had become a heart braker coz I had no trust so i could not love...
Now years later I am with a man and I am no longer heart broken...and no longer a heart braker, but I have been there, and your poem reminded me of it....
let it, the pain and the sorrow, be part of everything you do if it must, I mean how could it not, its your heart, eventually it will be better, it will, trust me, just us poets, we tend to feel things more...so it can take longer, but then our down's and up's...is life in its most intence..u can say that u truely lived cause u truely felt it, better then never really feeling anything right?
Obviously a good one..poem..., or I would have had much less to say!
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Post by Jaysie on May 1, 2003 19:30:25 GMT -5
I've felt that, but you've said it best! Great job!!
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