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How I hate to Truly Love you

Once you were the bright sun of my day
the dream of my night
you were the thought that kept me warm
the breeze of words that brought refreshment

We discussed life in all facets
had theories that shed a whole different perspective
as we talked for hours through the phone
time appeared to stand still

Now I could only wish time was still standing still,
holding that moment
any of the moments we have shared.
As suddenly as you entered my life
you left it without a warning
with the same unexpected stealth.

Now you are the dark clouds on a bright sky
a painful nightmare of my night.
An imaginary whisper that gives me the chills
a freezing absence of words that make me cold as ice.

I miss your tender voice
your soothing words
The sight of watching you sleep on the other bed.
As I just woke up on the mattress on the ground.

I guess you never realised the impact you had on me
Now all that is left is a cold void
and a chilling yet warm remembrance of you
oh darling, how I truly hate to love you...

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Written July 10th, 2003

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  • PaulaHUGADDICT
    January 16, 2005
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    Revealing all emotions... hidden feelings somewhere between the lines and this simple statement "how I truley HATE to love you" show the mixture of hesitation and disappointment.. and some kinda platonic love...some loves just come all ofthe sudden and vanish even faster..why it happenes?Ive always thought about that..It happens.. coz...Shit happens...and sometimes we have to step into such shit to learn something from life..Life is a bitch -you 're born from a bitch, you marry a bitch.. and then you die..
    *sighs*
    from every relationship- even short one- we gain experience and life wisdom that helps us to love in different way... and to be more careful with love.. I think that love is the most precious thing but in the same time its the most cruel weapon that can be powerful assasination...
    *hugs you*

  • Keri
    December 3, 2003
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    very intence write this one is I loved it very powerful write beautiful meaning your wording was great I loved the beat to it keep up the good writes!!!