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Celebration of Heartache and Heart break


Pour la belle femme qui j'aime encore

by:Chris
It's been almost five months since you left me,
And for five month I've held the pain of your loss at bay,
I buried all my feelings for you in a shallow grave;
But the pouring rain of current events
Has eroded the soil and my love for you came surging forth,
Along with the pain of losing you.
Now these feelings are all I think about;
You are all I think about,
And I miss you terribly.
I would die for your love,
Yet, out of shame for past events,
I cannot tell you.
Self-forgiveness is a term I know not of.
I lay awake at night wondering if you still feel the same;
Yet, fearing you do not.
I miss holding you in my arms,
Gently caressing your skin,
Running my fingers through your hair,
Serving you at your every whim,
Satisfying your every need.
All you have to do is say the words,
And I'll be at your side without haste.
I cried myself to sleep last night fearing you would not have me back.
I hold my ring in my hand
Knowing it doesn't belong on my finger.
I still love you ma cher,
With all my heart.


Crying a River

by:Chris
£istening to songs of heartache,
I sit here and think of you.
I wonder if you still love me,
If it can ever be the same.
On the surface I remain strong,
But internally I cry a river.


Hurt and Pain

by:Rick Coleman, E-mail:rdcoleman@nalcoexxon.com
12-14-98

Hurt and pain,
no escape.
I live in vain,
out of shape.

Will I know love,
or be alone?
Down from above
seem like a clown.

Why do I seem
all weird inside?
I only mean
to try to stride
alongside those
with others close.

Yet this reflects
my very lack
of self-respect,
which holds me back...

...In hurt and pain,
I must escape.
No more in vain
or out of shape.


Angry Still

By: Veronica A. Loyola

You said you loved me
You said you cared
You said you’d never leave
You said all these things

You hurt me
You ripped out my heart and tore it apart
You hurt me
You lied to me
You fucking lied

Anger in my head
Anger in my heart
Angry for loving you

You couldn’t even tell me
You couldn’t even talk
I was so ready to leave
Why the fuck did you love me

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