It's a mystery to me, I'm no detective
Why did I fall for you?
It's understandable, why it's called a crush
I'm crushed every time I see you
Especially when you're with her
I just smile and pretend I don't see
In reality it's killing me
I take what I can get
Silently I beg for you to never go
I know it's not true
The time will come soon
I'll have to let go of the you
I never had
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Poetry of a not so Dead Girl
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written and in the process of writing. Most of them come from raw emotions. We all have an inner darkness. I have explored mine in depth over the years. The results weren't always satisfying. These poems are...
