Everytime he says her name,
I swear,
I die inside.
And he won't ever let me forget,
She's the only thing on his mind.
I want to believe
he could love me too,
But I can't help but lose hope.
He's so fucking head over heels,
And I'm reaching the end of my rope.
I'm so sick of trying to hold on
To something that wants to let go.
And right when I'm about to stop,
My heart would cry out,
"No!"
"Don't give up," It would say to me.
And the stupid thing would shout,
To drown out the voice of reason
That keeps saying to give out.
I can't ignore what my heart says,
Though it makes not one sound,
But what's the point of even hoping?
When you know you'll be let down.
















Comments
read some of my poems and you can see your not the only one who is being hurt.
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This page is my victim,
This pen is my sword.
(All fear the writer)
;D
Good job! ^^
Thank you!
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This page is my victim,
This pen is my sword.
(All fear the writer)
;D
Just kidding
Have you ever tout if it this way " we write nice stuff we write stuff full of emotions and people like it because they feel the they are not alone in this world of no hope, they know that there are other people who feel sad and bad but thats no the point, the point is that because we are sad and full of sorrow that we can write amazing stuff" so once again the bad things in life helped us do something nice '^-^
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I'll sing this song at the top of my lungs..........
No promises. ;D
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This page is my victim,
This pen is my sword.
(All fear the writer)
;D
and thank you~
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This page is my victim,
This pen is my sword.
(All fear the writer)
;D
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I will make you fishers of men. ~Jesus Christ.
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