sameer1212: eyyah so sorry........... oya take n hanky n wipe ur tears.

onstelly: So sorry with time you will come over it

cirmuell: Pkele

edozie04: .

LordRazor1: I gues d writer has lernt his lesson: don't leave the ones you love for those you like 'cos those you like will leave for those they love; you know who you love. Ut you don't know who loves you. Tnx all d same... On bhalf of d ryta!*smilesss*

Houseofglam7: This is so sad.




Now i'm heartbroken.

onstelly:
Lol thought you are the writer

LordRazor1: Uhh... Pls don't nah... 2 broken hearts? What gud wil dat du us? Except if we forge for ourselves frm d furnace of understandin anoda tool dat cn mend both hearts... Half urs half mine. Den we cn play away d tym lyk no one really cares, flyin on d wings of luv. Luv z swt u no dt? *read d following in cool deep voice* true luv z even sweeter. U play lyk boys & girls (pillow fight, scare her in d shadows...), u dnt av 2 'form' 4 each oda, she loses herself in d thought of d moment & drifts into sleep on ur couch while he admires her beauty, long natural hair, brilliance & elegance, softness, tenderness yet strenght & courage.... Love oooooo!!! Guess I just lost myself... Tnx a bunch frndy...*smilesss*

Houseofglam7:
Buhahahahaha!
I get couch?
Na ground i dey siddon o!

olasmith10: Ehya, sorry brother.. it seems we experienced d same thing..as a matter of fact, I don't even want to watch a love film talk less of acting...I concluded that u can't find someone you ll love and will equally love u..

olasmith10: Ehya, sorry brother.. it seems we experienced d same thing..as a matter of fact, I don't even want to watch a love film talk less of acting...I concluded that u can't find someone you ll love and will equally love u..

LordRazor1: yes ooo... We experienced the same thing but mine is just scriptural (on script not real life)... Did I just get u there?...Smilesss... I concur u cnt find som1 u'l luv & wil luv equally u... Most tyms it's heavier weighted or lopsided if I may say. Wat I mean is that u luv ha mre or she luvs u mre or u dunno wu luvs mre dn d oda... *ano b luv specialist ooo*... Hahaha!!!

J12: Childish rants. Don't love women too much, lest you cast your head on dangote cement.

LordRazor1: Ground sef dey ok... As lng as luv z on d roll... It dosnt mata... Laff ma ass out!!!

LordRazor1: Open my eyes that I may see, open my ears that I may hear, make me understand at least a little bit of the mysteries of love even though all the ages will pass and I will never fully understand. Since I was born and now I’m young, I never felt so great an attraction, a tight-pulling feelings of love before. But that changed. Every time I was with her, I can’t help but cry within. This was not because I was too full of good loving, they were not tears of joy, but that of pain, sorrow, bitterness all because she would talk amiss, act badly and react to me shabbily. She appreciated nothing that I did or said and worst of all, she would always have another guy on her mind. When I try to make amends to save the day, I would always get treated like a bad dog, my ego would get bruised, my love smeared, my feelings smashed and my experience was as unpalatable as a badly preserved three-day food.
And so, with my nerves conducting sympathy impulses, with shrunk cells, tear-filled eyes, blood carrying pain fluids, bitter soul, failing lungs and probably dementia owing to my ill-fated time out, I bade my love life goodbye.
Now, I would rather watch love films than act one because mine was as odious as a nagging wife. I would prefer to read romance novel despite my story was appalling, lugubrious and as hapless as victims of exploitation. I now go about with a starved soul, choked spirit and bleeding heart. I know that nothing else but love can mend my torn love life and bring back those dreamy eyes of mine, those lost-in-thought times, those happy days, those great moments, that broad smile that used to be on my face, that bright glow that used to radiate all over me and that cheerful spirit I once had; but until then, I am heartbroken.

mizcalvina: *tears dropping* am so sorry dear just slow down... Better days ahead... Damn i feel yur pain

LordRazor1: Uhhh... Thanks so much *sobs* U wipe ur tears cz 2 crying z nt gud* Damn I feel your pain
The shame of a bereft soul again
It's not about to feel the same
To withdraw so she could call my name
Even if life is about to feel same
But ama love on like it's game
Smile like I'll never get hurt again
Because another girl feels my pain.

mizcalvina: i feel good i have put a smile on yur face again cheers*

mizcalvina: i feel good i have put a smile on yur face again cheers*

ERCROSS: Its so amazing how d power of love can turn one into a sudden POET...
O.p,. sorriey ooo.
E don do u too...
Welcome to d HOOD

LordRazor1: Open my eyes that I may see, open my ears that I may hear, make me understand at least a little bit of the mysteries of love even though all the ages will pass and I will never fully understand. Since I was born and now I’m young, I never felt so great an attraction, a tight-pulling feelings of love before. But that changed. Every time I was with her, I can’t help but cry within. This was not because I was too full of good loving, they were not tears of joy, but that of pain, sorrow, bitterness all because she would talk amiss, act badly and react to me shabbily. She appreciated nothing that I did or said and worst of all, she would always have another guy on her mind. When I try to make amends to save the day, I would always get treated like a bad dog, my ego would get bruised, my love smeared, my feelings smashed and my experience was as unpalatable as a badly preserved three-day food.
And so, with my nerves conducting sympathy impulses, with shrunk cells, tear-filled eyes, blood carrying pain fluids, bitter soul, failing lungs and probably dementia owing to my ill-fated time out, I bade my love life goodbye.
Now, I would rather watch love films than act one because mine was as odious as a nagging wife. I would prefer to read romance novel despite my story was appalling, lugubrious and as hapless as victims of exploitation. I now go about with a starved soul, choked spirit and bleeding heart. I know that nothing else but love can mend my torn love life and bring back those dreamy eyes of mine, those lost-in-thought times, those happy days, those great moments, that broad smile that used to be on my face, that bright glow that used to radiate all over me and that cheerful spirit I once had; but until then, I am heartbroken.

runnazz:

Your problem is that you don't even know your problem....here you are making poetry of your love lost instead of carrying on with life....Oga make a movie or write a book about this and stop trying to construct a dead poetry that will do nothing to help you...why woman no go tire for you sef? live life and stop dreaming it...I believe you where worshiping her instead of loving her..that's the mistake most guys like u make..she is just a girl and nothing more ...just an ordinary girl who does things every ordinary girl does and maybe worse things if only u can open ur eyes WAKE UP FAST!!!