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♥ Wednesday, June 10, 2009 @ 8:31 PM
SUBJECT: Poeeeeeeeeeeeems. The days flew by as I thought of you and me, Thinking to myself if we will ever be, You confessed and we were one, Our love shines like the morning sun, Those three words you said that mean a lot, But really, do you love me or do you not? I cannot take the mental pain, The torture in my mind, I cannot take the pain I feel, Knowing you're not mine. I can take a blade to my arm, And not feel a bloody thing, But I hate the pain I feel inside, When you don't even ring. A part of me wants to walk away, I cannot take the pain, Another part says I should stay, I think I'm going insane. Do I walk away from you, Before it gets too deep, 'Cos I know in the end, I'll be left to weep. Promises - in a cloud above your head, hollow hearts - scattered on the floor, dead daughters - crashing through glass houses, the unloved - completely inebriated. (writtenbysocks) I thought we were in love, And you were sent from above, Then you told me about her. I thought of the magic we had, That makes me feel so sad, I wanted to go back to where we were. When I met you, And look into those eyes of royal blue, I tried to hold back the tears. But there were too many fears, Of what would happen to you and I, Would I always just sit there and sigh? These are just poems. Sigh :c ![]() |