K. B.

This is really not a poem but how i feel for him

i told him that i loved him and excepted it back.

but all i got was i tear down my cheeck and my heart torn apart.

now you say that you love me too.

but that pain you cause still hurts deep inside.

i cry and cry and try to hide.

but i love you and you love me and that is all i want.
COPY RIGHT HOLLY