xTROLLx Posted:

these are dedicated to that someone i am trying to prove myself to/

Our love is either rose or thorn.

One leaves us whole, the other torn.

Which one is which? There is no trick.

The first we smell; the second, pick.

When we pick love we end its growth.

Not just the picked but of us both.

Together we must each have ‘ground’.

That’s where love’s nourishment is found.

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Heart Break

Confused thoughts skate though my head

Am i good enough for you

You are playing with my heart

I long to hear your sexy voice day and night

The things i do for you to notice me

Thinking i might have a chance with you

The deceiving singles that you send

Am i just good enough for bed

Looking into your innocent brown eyes

Longing for a kiss

Wondering do you feel the same

My wrong doing in the past

Have’s it took my one chance of true love

Just one touch take’s my breath away

when you come around my heart skips a beat

Is this all a waste of time?

Am i just waiting for another heart break?

I’m so confused. On one hand, those poems really touched me but on the other hand what you did is a hard thing to forgive, I mean you really hurt me. I want to be one with you but I’m just so confused about my feelings.

Maybe we could just take it slow and see how it goes…if you are willing to that is…I mean I know I’m not really worth anyone’s time or effort…but maybe if you want to, then you know, we could catch up sometime.

R2 Posted:

Mrs.Mother (plaese forgive me if I am bumuming ur gender wrong).

I think XtrollX is talking to Jaynee, maybe. But that doesn’t matter! We both knoe that unrequited luv is the most noble luv!!!!!!

Maybe u shuld compose a reely awesome sonet to XTrollX, and cut it on ur arm.

I bet he wuld be reely impresed.

Hope that helps.

-R2

Ps. The pain is a little more baerable today

http://www.forumwarz.com/discussions/view/8986?page=4

http://www.forumwarz.com/discussions/view/8891?page=4

NOOOOOOOOO. He MUST love me! He MUST. It’s all I have to live for. I am hanging on the intangible hope that one day we will have beautiful, pbumionate, sweaty, lust-filled sex and then we’ll cry about it after, sharing our feelings, and maybe cut a little, we might even draw love hearts on each others still trembling, pale chests with the blood.

EDIT to confirm that yes I am female.

I feel your pain, it is like an icicle in my soul

It falls like a cold winter rain, from slate skies

The end is nigh

Surely they will see another morning

Like the autumn apple crisp on the branch, a frosty spring dawn