I'm trying to put into words,
About how I feel about you.
But I'm always scared,
That you don't feel it, too.
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I pray every night,
That you don't put up a fight.
That what I'm feeling is normal,
So why are we acting so formal?
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You see, I came to tell you,
How I love you so.
So that's why I'm telling you,
About what we reap and sow.
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I don't like how,
This is all so confusing.
Because of you,
I am losing.
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You tell me,
That you love me, too.
But then you stand up,
And turn to leave to the loo.
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I don't understand why,
This happens all the time.
When you come back,
You leave a dime.
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So this is the part,
Where I stand there like a fool.
Why do you always have to act,
Like such a freaking tool?
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Now comes the time where,
I'm crying on the stands.
All because of you,
I don't know where we land.
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So now this is it,
It's over.
But you still stand there,
Like a lucky clover.
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I guess that's how life is,
You give and you take.
But if I ask one thing,
Please, stop being so fake.
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Beautiful Sorrows
Poetry"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary." -Khalil Gibran