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Post by pegesus on Aug 16, 2007 10:58:01 GMT -6
talk to me my love tell me if you still feel do you see me do you still love me do you know you said youd love me forever now you are in forever how deep is love how shallow are our promises i remember the night you died with shock and pain i held you in my arms believing your soft spoken words the caressing strokes of my face with your soft hands how deep is love how shallow are our promises i remember your lips brushing over my bare chest the feelings that ran through my body my smile and then the glint of steel and the pain i felt how deep is love how shallow are our promises the shock i felt the betrayal of your love the shame i lashed out to save myself the adrenaline flowed the blow broke your neck but blade was still in your hand how deep is love how shallow are our promises the police had me rushed to the hospital from loss of blood they later informed me my love was a serial killer i had been lucky but i will carry my scar for life as a reminder how deep is love how hallow are our promises
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Post by Bronwyn on Aug 17, 2007 1:33:30 GMT -6
i think of men like that as wanting love so badly ...the way they want it.... the whole serial killer thing, to me, just means he thinks he can't have it the way he really wants it...and i don't think he wants it to be like he tries to end it. but then 'death' is the most mysterious power of all....'forever' and 'death' are very tightly woven. it's very strange, but ...i try to understand.
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Post by Sam on Aug 17, 2007 13:09:54 GMT -6
Very true!
Haunting poetry.....
Sam
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Post by anirbas on Aug 18, 2007 18:49:25 GMT -6
Yes, like Sam said...Totally haunting piece, Peg...Sabrina
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Post by pegesus on Aug 24, 2007 12:30:04 GMT -6
thank you ladies, im glad you liked it
peg
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Post by anirbas on Aug 27, 2007 18:16:34 GMT -6
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