I miss it.
Always too proud to admit it.
The ‘what ifs?’ the ‘maybes...’
That plague my mind,
Driving me to insanity.
Maybe I thought that
We were more than we were...
But,
For that short time,
You were mine.
And I was happy.
Help me,
As you once did,
I feel so lost.
Without you.
You read me so well...
I just seem to be wandering through,
Falling into mistake, after mistake.
Every time,
Another part of me gets shut away,
And torn apart.
I just can’t seem to find my way
Through.
I can’t do this anymore.
I miss you.
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Always too proud to admit it."
that is one hell of a way to open a poem;
very strong..
winded me ;]
this is bloody amazing tbph.
i love it..
are you okay though?
may i enquire as to who it is about?
xxx
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'Love me tenderly
While I rape your dignity'
~TheYoungPoet.
and thanks for the
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This species has amused itself to death.
lol
thankyou for your support dear
xxx
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This species has amused itself to death.
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This Emo Joe: [link]
IT'S MY BODY!!!
I can do whatever the fuck I want to it!
I live by no one's rules...
It means alot to me..
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This species has amused itself to death.
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This Emo Joe: [link]
IT'S MY BODY!!!
I can do whatever the fuck I want to it!
I live by no one's rules...
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Give me a bullet..... send me a sign.... because tonight....is that night that we die
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This species has amused itself to death.
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