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feeling rather gloomy today.
everything is making me sad, one thing especially.
i wrote a poem just a few minutes ago, i also posted
it on the tornado parade site...but i'm gonna post it
here too.
anyways, friday was an awesome night with kirk.
but things change and people suck.
so does love.
this weather sucks. it's too damn cold.
if its gonna snow, then it should snow lots and
not rain the next day, ya know?
anyways.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
no one ever remembers
and i ask you this one last time my love,
what can i do?
sew on a face, exposed of imperfection...
then seize from my heart the insecurities
that lie there scratching away any pride i have.
tell me you love me one last time,
then i shall be fine. so you tell me.
one day later, i ask again.
and you tell me you hate to love me,
and that you hardly do.
i cry and sometimes i dont know why.
so happy yet not happy at all, in the same
body trapped with the same feelings.
why will i miss you? why do i cry?
when nothing is there, and that i know,
i still plead for your love, ignoring the absence.
i'm looking at you differently now,
a heart trying to understand, to fix the wrecked.
those once light eyes i gazed into several months
ago are now a darker pool of anguish you convey
by simply staring at me.
and i cry again. i always cry.
and then you laugh.
your further realizing how much i disgust you
and the amounts of time you've waisted,
forgetting about the uncertain, but almost
confident love i hold for you.
no one ever remembers.
everything is making me sad, one thing especially.
i wrote a poem just a few minutes ago, i also posted
it on the tornado parade site...but i'm gonna post it
here too.
anyways, friday was an awesome night with kirk.
but things change and people suck.
so does love.
this weather sucks. it's too damn cold.
if its gonna snow, then it should snow lots and
not rain the next day, ya know?
anyways.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
no one ever remembers
and i ask you this one last time my love,
what can i do?
sew on a face, exposed of imperfection...
then seize from my heart the insecurities
that lie there scratching away any pride i have.
tell me you love me one last time,
then i shall be fine. so you tell me.
one day later, i ask again.
and you tell me you hate to love me,
and that you hardly do.
i cry and sometimes i dont know why.
so happy yet not happy at all, in the same
body trapped with the same feelings.
why will i miss you? why do i cry?
when nothing is there, and that i know,
i still plead for your love, ignoring the absence.
i'm looking at you differently now,
a heart trying to understand, to fix the wrecked.
those once light eyes i gazed into several months
ago are now a darker pool of anguish you convey
by simply staring at me.
and i cry again. i always cry.
and then you laugh.
your further realizing how much i disgust you
and the amounts of time you've waisted,
forgetting about the uncertain, but almost
confident love i hold for you.
no one ever remembers.