I remember tears,
How they poured down your face,
About all the years,
That had turned to waste,
My nails bit into my skin,
Because after it all,
I did not even win,
And there you stood tall,
Jaws were clenched,
As I realised I was wrong,
Our love was wrecked,
After so long,
I blame it on myself,
And you blame it on me,
It wasn't my health,
That made me not see,
Our love was fading,
On and off, like a candle,
I was fed up of waiting,
So I lost the grip on the handle.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
How can you love. If you don't care. If you don't miss me. When I'm not there. When violently. You deface my pic. Punching holes. Through canvass. If I approach. To make amends. You answer with.
Why should I care If you love me or not. For you left me in despair Alone to rot Why should I care That you have no idea.
Suddenly a lot has changed, I'm feeling suddenly estranged, I thought I knew you - maybe not, I'm giving everything I've got. How much more do I have left. Before you leave me here: bereft.
With you, the sun doesn't seem to shine You maintain a distance when most would entwine With you, the nights are lonely and long We pretend that it's right when plainly, it's wrong With you,...
I can't do this. I can't go on, the fight to make it work has gone, The way we make each other feel, The words that hurt, too deep to heal. It isn't right, it cant be love.
And with a crack like this. So obviously ripped. In the midpoint of our floor. Could we learn to live with this separation. Or are our future plans no more. I know you promised forever.
Pulverised hearts. So much pain. Too many fights. We're not the same. Good times came. So did sorrow. Passionate nights. The same tomorrow. Dying embers. Broken hearts. Anger spoke. Tore us apart.
We have been here before. Sitting beside each other on the floor. Not knowing where do we go from here. Are we really going to give it another year. Words said cannot be undone.
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