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Post by unburntflame on May 7, 2003 1:35:57 GMT -5
I know this is happening I know this is real But what if she was here That is all I feel I know this is nice, But is it really true I’m hoping that it’s me you want But I’m not sure if it’s you Do I push you away Or keep holding on To the dreams I’ve had every day I’ve got used to jealousy I pushed it to the back of my mind But sometimes when I need to cry It’s really hard to find I have loved you for so long With so little in return My heart is like a campfire Wood is always ready to burn.
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Post by cassie5395 on May 7, 2003 17:53:33 GMT -5
nice poem... i can understand where you're coming from.. i can relate.. good work, keep writing
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