One
11 December, 2003
Author: Forgotton Sorrows
I sit behind him in class, cant bear to look at him
It kills me to look back and keep seeing over and over what happened
I keep wishing it’s a dream, a nightmare that I could just wake up from
And everything would be okay.
But its not a dream, and its not okay.
Crying every last tear out of me every night
Until there is no more strength left in me
And it was all because of one person
What did I do to deserve this?
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| Silkened Moon (206.214.66.34) -- Tuesday, December 16 2003, 01:15 am Wow, Forgotten Sorrows! Your name speaks your poetry! I love this particular poem because to me it finds a sort of natural thought to someone who was tortured in loss of love! Very Good! I loooooved it! |
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