It's so good 'til it's gone.
It's fine until I'm wrong.
I know I love a lot,
but stop making me regret the love I gave to you.
You could care less about me
when you're the world to me.
Everyone has a story,
and mine revolves around you.
Some say I love too much.
I say there's no such thing,
but when you forget about me I regret those words.
So will you please look at me for once
and see that we belong?
That I can fix you and stop the pain?
When will you open your eyes
and see that I've been here the whole time?

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Carry On
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote during random moments of my life.