Paying The Price.

by Teria   Jan 17, 2008


Paying The Price.

Your heart's never been mine,
nor have those beautiful eyes.

Your mind's in another place,
hiding tears you try not to cry.

Fighting for a life, a battle you'll lose.
But, it's not worth giving up it seems.

Sitting like a bump on a log,
awaiting the day I come running back -

I'm afraid it's called paying the price,
and you've got nothing that I lack.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Poetic Ninja aka Papachopchop

    Reading this poem... I realized.... These same words could be told to me by another.... you know the one..... you do a great job and it made me kinda think about things a little more... 5/5 as always.

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