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Being Alone. Feeling as cold and frigid as stone.
I used to write poems about my heart breaking.I used to cry because it would.
But as the ignorant says;
If your heart was broken, you'd be dead.
And for once, they are right.
But feeling the black cache unto you're heart mentally, it is almost disgusting.As if you really want to die,
and sometimes, you just might.
I don't believe we need love to be truly happy, but I?
I need you. I need you for me, to be truly happy.
And I hope, that I make you happy the same.
I've dreamt about loosing you, I've dreamt about loving you,
I've dreamt of holding you, but no dream is a reality untill we make it that way.
The cache is washing away. Those tears are catching it's breath.
And I? I am sitting here, when I should be worried and thinking about a thousand different things,
thinking about you, and one day, a wedding ring.
Ahurr. Always free verse I can't make things ryhme constently xD
It's kinda of a vent thingy. c:
And as usual, it is personal but I'm not describing it. It's kinda self explanatory. And if you don't get it?
That's too bad.
As I always say;
The only person who knows the true meaning behind a piece is the artist them self.
It's kinda of a vent thingy. c:
And as usual, it is personal but I'm not describing it. It's kinda self explanatory. And if you don't get it?
That's too bad.
As I always say;
The only person who knows the true meaning behind a piece is the artist them self.
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