I always hoped
I always dreamed
You would turn to me
And my heart hold
But you chose to go on
Leaving me here
With all that I feel.
But I still was hoping
That you'd stop ignoring,
And consider how I'm feeling,
How you I'm needing.
Oh! How naive
Was that little kid,
Who always believed.
Truth hit me like a knife
And the wounds started to bleed
When I finally realized
I could no longer believe.
I never really knew why
But I decided by the truth to abide
Because I felt miserably torn
Because amity in me was gone.
Love couldn't grow in my heart
Ever since then it was never real
A flower that bloom can't
When the ground is boreal.
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PoetryP O E M C O L L E C T I O N If you read ahead You will take a tour around my head My thoughts all spread Even the ones left unsaid. (first book)
