I can't stop loving you,
No matter how I try.
It's got me feeling blue,
Many nights I've cried.
I can't stop loving you,
It's becoming hard to bare.
I thought our love was true,
Now I see there's nothing there.
I can't stop loving you,
And it cuts me up inside.
I thought we'd make it through,
But clearly love does not reside.
I can't stop loving you,
But damn it. I will try.
It's had me feeling blue,
But no longer will I cry.
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Twenty five year old male from Sudbury, Suffolk, England. I write poetry, quotes, songs and the rare story. Thanks to all who follow, like or re-post xxx
Six foot three of as close to perfect as it gets, Red jeans, messy hair, eyes I'll never forget.
Do you still love me. Do you even care. Lying alone, to the walls I stare, Falling to the darkness, the abyss consuming my mind, I sink trying to swim, it's you I'm trying to find.
I had no other option but to face it, Realize that your heart- I had misplaced it. I could pick myself up, smile and not show it, but I fall for her every minute and she doesn't even know it.
Laying on the bed sheets, Remember why I'm here. Nothing I remember- Gives me smiles, instead a tear. The sheets have turned so cold now, My skin was flush, now dead, Remember when you made me blush.
There's this guy I love so much, I love the sound of his voice and his warm feeling touch. He means everything in the world to me, But no, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to see.
Stop this unbearable pain in my chest. Sure it hasn't been hurtin for the past year. But just the thought of not having you Sends my broken heart to hell. I may seem strong but inside I'm crumbling.
Why is it that every time my hopes are up They get shattered. Can they not see my heart's already tattered. The shock was too real I couldn't believe that's how you feel Why'd you lead me on.
I've only just realised That you are gone. I knew you had left Just not that you were gone. And it hurts. To see that we meant nothing to you. It's like rubbing salt on a wound.
Awww it's very touching 😔lovely write, I'm glad to hear you're not feeling like that. Revisiting old pieces sometimes has their advantages. 😘💐✨
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