April 5, 2009
Everytime I look your way,
I think about sorrow we've had between us.

Everytime I think of you,
I think about how much deep down inside, how much I may still like you.

Everytime I remember your touch,
I think about wanting to cry.

My heart is like a cup,
always full,
but never filled.

I wish I could empty
it and start all over again.

I am never that lucky.

Everytime my life is troubled,
I dream about a time
where we were friends and smiling again.

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Angel of music said...
Mar. 1, 2010 at 6:15 am
Oh My God! So beautiful and true. I read this and it almost made me cry. Keep Writing.
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