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I throw the flower,
Into the pile.
I grab another one,
And think of your smile.
Every time it ends,
On you love me not.
I feel my heart,
Get hit with another shot.
All I want,
Is for you to notice I’m here.
I’ve been going through this routine,
For about a year.
I’ll never be able,
To get over your beautiful face.
I long to be the one,
In your warm embrace.
You’ll never be the one,
And this thought rules my fears.
I wish there was more,
Than what appears.
But I keep ending,
On you love me not.
And that only crushes,
All the hopes I’ve got
 McHuggles · Sat Aug 09, 2008 @ 07:21am · 0 Comments |
