I've felt paper cuts, and
Bruised knees, sunburned,
And runny nose I felt so much pain
But oh dear, there not a greater pain
In my entire life then the pain
I feel in my heart everyday
As I wake up to the thought
That I love you
Twice as much today as I did yesterday
While you still have
Not an ounce of love for me
How sad how very sad
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
