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Love is giving yourself completely & putting your life on the line & giving all of you in everyway & countless sacrifices only to get screwed in return . . thats true mikey but i'be had more then enough encounters regarding love to know it sucks imo....nobody will ever love me & i don't care about it & i doubt if i will ever love again but im happier not being in love.... I'm happy for u mate ....but i guess i wouldn't want to be involved with love again....it really f**ks One up....ive had experiences before but my last was the greatest heartache ever.... . it's beautiful Pansy... Thanks mekay Happy hearts day to you |
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Oh, such a nice topic
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F**k love I've been kicking around that ^^^^ as a title for a song I want to write. As for the poem, that is brilliantly written. Thank you ((maddog)) your post is very good also My idea of "F**k love" as a song might sound a bit like this >>> <self-fulfilling prophecy> |
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I like this topic
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can understand how unknown romeo feels ... when you have given it everything, at the end you are shrivelled and used up, depleted.
I feel like Love is an illusion we talk ourselves into. I don't begrudge those that feel they have found it as I remember that feeling and it is wonderful. |
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Very nice poem
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Edited by
thelastmanonearth
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Sat 02/14/15 01:35 AM
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Nice writing Pansytilly
I put some thoughts together too. "About love" Some days it grows inside my heart Sometimes it leaves me all alone I'��ve used it I'��ve heard it Some people are fond of it Other people can’t stand it We have taken care of it It can be misjudged It had been misunderstood It'��s been used extremely wrong You can blame it It still doesn'��t complain about us What we have done or haven'��t done You can'��t own it It'��s a short word Very powerful word It�'s my shelter and my shield That word is your key It'��s the key to my door It will guide your words to my heart The famous little word |
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can understand how unknown romeo feels ... when you have given it everything, at the end you are shrivelled and used up, depleted. I feel like Love is an illusion we talk ourselves into. I don't begrudge those that feel they have found it as I remember that feeling and it is wonderful. Yes, sometimes we get so tired of chasing after something that doesn't seem forthcoming... But then again, chasing after our projected image of what love is, can't really be all that fulfilling... Live and learn... we can always aspire for it, yes? |
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Thank you ((TinTerrific))
((mingle7)) |
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Nice writing Pansytilly I put some thoughts together too. "About love" Some days it grows inside my heart Sometimes it leaves me all alone I'��ve used it I'��ve heard it Some people are fond of it Other people can’t stand it We have taken care of it It can be misjudged It had been misunderstood It'��s been used extremely wrong You can blame it It still doesn'��t complain about us What we have done or haven'��t done You can'��t own it It'��s a short word Very powerful word It�'s my shelter and my shield That word is your key It'��s the key to my door It will guide your words to my heart The famous little word A famous AND infamous little word, often used, misused and abused |
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Perhaps not. |
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Love is giving yourself completely & putting your life on the line & giving all of you in everyway & countless sacrifices only to get screwed in return . . thats true mikey but i'be had more then enough encounters regarding love to know it sucks imo....nobody will ever love me & i don't care about it & i doubt if i will ever love again but im happier not being in love.... I'm happy for u mate ....but i guess i wouldn't want to be involved with love again....it really f**ks One up....ive had experiences before but my last was the greatest heartache ever.... . Romeo, you have so much love inside yourself and you will love. Don�t let anybody to steal it from you. Because you have a wonderful gift to give to a wonderful woman you�ll meet. Please stay open. Love ya, my friend |
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Edited by
Pansytilly
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Sat 02/14/15 05:27 PM
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Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another - George Eliot
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