Why Do I Hate You?
Why do I hate you. Because I love you. But you couldn't careless, So my life is a mess. Why do I hate you. Because I want you. When I try to make you smile, You drop my heart like it's out if style.
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Why do I hate you. Because I love you. But you couldn't careless, So my life is a mess. Why do I hate you. Because I want you. When I try to make you smile, You drop my heart like it's out if style.
:::::::::;;;;;;;;young writers house hold;;;;;;;;;::::::::: As I got up, I felt a pang of hurt, of tenderness. It was as if my life had no point. No point in breathing. Passing out. No. Get over it?.
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Time is passing by waving from a train. And I realize that I don't need the pain. Tried it once or maybe twice before. That's why I hide my heart behind a steel door.
I remember we were living like Kings and Queens In the little tiny castle made of hopes and dreams It was destiny, it was meant to be We were so complete, the perfect team And suddenly there's a...
Verse one: I'm just sitting here, Watching the world go by, How things have changed since then, How time flies.
I still cant find the. right words to say. But I know for sure. that you cant stay. Darling I could show. you another way. Your love and lust. I could easily play. But your departure.
Dear heart of mine. Slow down for a while. We have been here before. Need I remind you we both ended on the floor. Dear heart of mine. Slow down don't whine. It looks like a dream.
The cool breeze blows through my hair. He leans over and gently kisses my cheek. I can feel the breeze turning into his musical voice, whispering my name over and over.
Can you see these tears, Rolling down by cheeks. All a result, Of our love turning bleak. The day you left me, My heart was torn, My dazing conscience, Stabbed by a thorn.
The more I am with you The more am so alone The more I am with you The more to darkness I am drawn I gave to you true love But for you it was never enough Screaming from the inside Pretending to be...
I had your back, Year through year. You didn't have mine, When I shed one tear. I held your hand, Day after day. But when I frowned, You didn't stay. I caught your fall, Week through week.
I can't deal with this hurt I don't know what to do, for some reason I can't talk to anyone close to me about what you have put me through.
I want to pack my heart every single day. Hug myself and walk away. I want to heal the wounds you made. I want your love to leave me and just fade. I'll teach my heart to be cruel.
We've known for some time this heartache was coming. Waking up on opposite sides of the bed every morning. Pretending the love still burns in the light of a youthful flame.
Sometimes I miss you. Late at night. Alone in my house. In the quiet moonlight. And I sit in bed. And look at pictures of us. And play your favorite songs. Read your notes that are covered in dust.
I've fallen somehow, feet off the ground Love is the cloud, that keeps raining down Where are you now.
Life can b cruel..,a very cruel beast…a twisted blade of disappointment & broken promises & dreams…and I’ve done more than my fair share. I hate…I despise hurting ppl.
Ive been a lot of places. In my life. But nowhere have I seen. The pain and the strife. I have seen Niagara. Fall from her eyes. But all those million droplets. They shatter just like ice.
You were meant to be mine, I had you first, Long before her, Our lips had pursed. We were together for months, You and me, We were the perfect couple, Anyone could see.
Your lack of conscience. Is quite alarming. You trample on hearts. And walk away too damn calmly. You fill your prey up. With declarations of a pure love. Then move on to the next.
My first really bad day. In such a long while. Tears that roll down. Have washed away my smile. I thought this had passed. Thought it was over. From her intoxication. I thought I was sober.
I cry poetry When I'm hurt by the words you spit out I cry poetry When 'I'm in a mood for it' but to you I'm putting up a 'Clown show' I cry poetry When my heart's not strong enough to handle its...
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