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    dots Submission Name: Something I Can Never Regretdots
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    Author: Justmenow14
    ASL Info:    34 female mn
    Elite Ratio:    3.94 - 79/76/20
    Words: 461
    Class/Type: Misc/Passion
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    dotsSomething I Can Never Regretdots
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    Lying beside him my heart beats so fast within my chest,
    I face the wall with little chance of getting any rest.
    Never before have my senses burned so strong,
    So how can something that feels so right be so very wrong?
    It scares me to know I have lost complete control,
    For I have given him my heart and my very soul.
    I feel his every breath as he lies by my side,
    The love I feel for him just canít be denied.
    I turn to watch him while he is asleep,
    Taking in every detail, knowing this is a memory Iíll forever keep.
    I have given him such a tremendous power and yet he has no clue,
    But there is no way I can make him understand all he puts me though.
    I have no one to blame but myself, this I knew from the very start,
    But what can I do when I have lost all control of my heart?
    When Iím with him Iím on such a high I fell I may never come down,
    Even though I know heíll leave and reality will slam me to the bitter ground.
    I canít deny being with him is where Iíve always wanted to be,
    For when Iím with him I have no worries; with him Iím completely me.
    As I gaze down upon his sleeping face I feel my heart shatter,
    For I know that what I feel deep inside doesnít even matter.
    I know that soon heíll pack his things and walk right out of my life,
    Back to his own world- back to his son and back to his wife.
    I pray he doesnít wake and see the battle raging in my eyes,
    For heíll want me to explain right now what I couldnít begin to disguise.
    Falling in love with him was both the best and the worst thing I have ever done,
    And this is something I would not wish on anyone.
    For all the things that make me so happy with him- the things that make me shine so bright,
    Are the same things that fill my heart with sorrow and fill my soul with such fright.
    It is so hard to handle a love so deep and so unattainable as the love I feel,
    Knowing it is only what I make it, knowing that what I see can never be real.
    So I continue to torture myself and count the days till he is near,
    For I can not deny myself the pure happiness just because itís the pain that I fear.
    You see he always makes me feel what others can only pray they someday get,
    And that, to me, is totally precious and something that I can never regretÖ




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      Bam. A strike to the heartstrings once more. I used to think that I was completely armored against other peoples pain but damn woman you have completely pushed me down the hill head over heals.
    Loveage,
    Mike
    | Posted on 2006-02-25 00:00:00 | by sageeriol | [ Reply to This ]
      Bam. A strike to the heartstrings once more. I used to think that I was completely armored against other peoples pain but damn woman you have completely pushed me down the hill head over heals.
    Loveage,
    Mike
    | Posted on 2006-02-25 00:00:00 | by sageeriol | [ Reply to This ]
      *im left speechless*...reading this i actually had to battle with a stereotype that so many people hold-that the "other" woman is the meanest, most insensitive, not caring female who has no respect for relationships...i stand ashamed!This is tragic and you have brought that feeling across perfectly in the poem that you have written...i like the way in which you display your conflicting emotions, especially the following line
    "For I can not deny myself the pure happiness just because itís the pain that I fear"
    -wow! im stil kinda speechless

    Hope it all works out for you

    Keep spreading the love
    N*
    | Posted on 2006-02-24 00:00:00 | by AfricanPrincess | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh yes. I love this poem. I was on my way to bed when I looked at my stats and realized that I'm being a big fat failure. Anyway... I've always liked this poem. Your honesty with your feelings here is shocking, to me at least. I know the emotion it took to write this and the strength it took to post it. But I won't even go on about your writing ability, since we both know how much it rocks. We are each other's worst critics that's for sure. Anyway... this one is a powerful example of your feelings for.. well.. you know.. :)
    | Posted on 2006-02-20 00:00:00 | by nicklacymatthew | [ Reply to This ]
      A True Writer,
    I love your poetry, I've become a big fan,
    It seems you are not just spilling your heart out, you are making yourself vulnerable to true loves intentions
    For all my years as a writer in love I have never began to acheive what I have most wanted to do, and That is to write about love. You do it so perfectly
    I envy you,
    I love your writings
    THis was one of the better
    Lots of love
    x0x Mickey x0x
    | Posted on 2006-02-21 00:00:00 | by Drain_my_Blood | [ Reply to This ]
      Great write, the night can be so lonely when you know you are the only one there, even when the one you love is laying next to you. Knowing that sooner or later they will leave you because they don't love you as you do them. This is easy to relate to, I just went through it.
    I went from the best she ever had and the first love she ever had, to I did not take her out enough. Now she has someone who truely makes her happy and spends money on her.
    Call me a fool, but I always thought that love was enough, I guess that nice resturants is also very important.
    | Posted on 2006-02-21 00:00:00 | by dustinamoody | [ Reply to This ]


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