I wear a band-aid on my heart. It gets hurt so many times. It never gets any protection.
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I'm sick of it. Very sick of it. People who "care" standing there as I fall. If you really love me. Pull me out. My heart burns..and it's beating faster and harder then i've felt in awhile. and yes I know anything you've wanted comes with a price. I know.
oh you know how the song goes "i will catch you when you fall "sexy sexy but true talk to me and ill help you heartcrying
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Sat Oct 21, 2006 @ 05:05am
This is another poem by Blazie...I'm hoping it will make you feel better...
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~Love~ Love is the slowest way to die. It makes you need to burst into the sky. It makes you feel full of joy. Even though you're but a toy. A pawn in this chess game. Whether you are man or dame. This game called Love. That is felt like the soaring dove. But after this joyful feel. Your happiness shall start to peel. You start to feel average again. No longer with the strength of the mythical dragon. But no longer than few blinks of the eye. Your nearer to the day you die. For in this game of love like chess. There is the checkmate in this mess. The checkmate is but called the heartbreak. For there is no joy for you to now make. You now feel like the dead. Soon your body feels like lead. You can do nothing but weep. Your soul into the never ending deep. You may do nothing but stare at the sky. Because love is the slowest way to die.