As i get closer,
To sixteen.
I feel like a poser,
And i listen to ween.
I want to love.
Im always hurt.
You were a dove.
I cry in my skirt.
A heart with no one to choose.
A mind with a simple confuse.
I didnt want to loose.
I was in perfect muse.
I hate it all.
I wish it'd end.
Pick up my calls.
I thought you were my friend.
It hurts so bad,
I feel so numb.
I am so sad,
Yet i feel so dumb.
I want to live,
But i want to die.
I see you active,
I want to cry.
With a tear drop,
In my eye.
When will this stop?
Why did you lie?
If you didnt love me;
Why did you pretend.
I wish i could see;
That that was the end.
Send,
Send,
Send my love.
Far,
Far,
Away with a dove.
I wish that i wasn't so in love.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
