Now what kind of poem can I say to someone like you?
As time pass by your feelings as I predicted were starting to pass by quickly...
What is it for you than for me?
Why bother try if commitments wasn't suppose to be made after all?
Questions are made yet no answer is yet to be discovered.
I'm not even sure of my feelings for you anymore...
I'm not sure If I can even say things I wanted to say to you.
I do not control the way you suppose to feel.
I'm just being selfish sometimes...
By wanting you to be mine all of the sudden you made me like this...
You made a useless star feel useful.
How could you?
why would you?
I do not deserve you, I never deserve you. That's the reality I been always thinking.
There is no happiness if I'm still in love with you.
And If I do love you...
I'll set you free...
No one can like me the way that you did.
All I can do Is watch you disappear...
I'm a paper star...A piece of hand made star...
The star without the moon.
Seeing you suffer to keep your emotions with you in case I need you to act as if you're always there.
Hurts a lot...
I act so childish just to get your attention...
I act all depress and sad just for you to check on me...
make you do things that you don't like...
I'm selfish...
All I could think of is myself...
It would have been fine If you could of just break me...
I already know the pain of being rejected.
So It's no new to me..
I didn't mean to force something you don't know how to deal with...
The moon having a hard time keep up as the star.
Pushes them away...
The moon without the star is a very new word to everyone...
The feeling of being crushed into pieces...
As the star couldn't able to fly.
The stars could never reach the moon...It's almost Impossible.
In this cold night sky...
The stars just looks up as she saw the moon shining brightly...
The star grew tired of always being so happy...
Like everything was fine...When it's not...
The star thought to herself...
That she could never have the moon forever...
Like she always does...
She never owns anything...
She was never happy anyway...
She lost the moon while counting all her selfishness.
she's weak...
the star always lies...
They never tell the truth...
Like she always does...
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inspiration story...(Completed)
Poetry"love is like photography you can easily develope it and make it into a memory." "being inspired made you want to write every piece of stories that made you remind yourself of that person you love." "when your with that person you love your wor...
