I thought you called
But i did not hear
I saw you fall
But i did not fear
Whatever you heard it was not me
It was my shrivel of hopeless plea
My broken heart cannot be mended
For cupids arrow hit me and bended
I tried to fix
What i shouldn't have touched
I made a mix
And added to much
His arrow is pieces
And so is my heart
Are both full of diseases
You can't tell us apart
The story was rendered
But no one read
The book was surrendered
To the eeriest shed
If you ever find that book
That will save me from my wretch
Hand it over to me
So i can read it's text
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Well guys i know its not the
best and some of it doesn't make sense
especially the first paragraph
but you know i really like it
oh and did i mention during the school year
i won a poetry contest
and it got entered into a book
and i got the book 3 weeks ago i never mentioned it
but yea i would give you the title...
i just looked for it but i don't know where
it is
well i have to keep checking to see if people posted and well...
thanks for reading guys!!!!
