Hey yall all i want to say is i like writing poems because it helps me deal with life. i love writing and hope to one day become none for my writings. but in the mean time i'm just keep doing what i love to do, which is writng |
You greeted me with a smile
and i smiled too...
Just a little thought in my head
Could leave me out cold, alone...
For days I blamed God
Because, well...
Things have been getting blurry
its been hard for me to see...
You told me everything was going to be OK
you said you didn't care what other people might...
Why fall in love if you might get hurt in the end?
why are we dying to live, when were just living to...
Our story is over,
and a new one as just begun...
You could have been the one.
You would have stayed forever...
You're more than a friend,
But less that a lover...
Why does your memory
keep coming back to me...
Even though i love him with everything i have plus some, |
"Why fall in love if you might get hurt in the end?" |
Was i that niavie to belive he REALLY loved me? or just lost, out of reality, holding on by a thread praying that he does... |