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unlike someone like you...hey you,
can you hear me,
or are my words just dead?
can you see me?
of course you can,
you're staring down the back of my head.
Do I matter?
To one its definitely said they do.
He actually cares about me,
unlike some one like you....
my loveall the days that i wished to see you
oh i could wish forever
my dreams never come true nor any wish would ever
the one day i gave up
it has been four months since i saw your eyes
your warm embrace was always a comfort on even the darkest night
i missed your embrace that i never recieved
but when i saw you and when our eyes met i felt sparks hit the sky
not a word came from out mouths i knew you felt the same
oh but dont worry my love you shall soon be mine....
friday..unlucky..fridayI asked for a day with you
you said you couldnt
an observer saw as if she were my own little spy
you and her
what a lie...
to think all i wanted this to be was you and i...
fallen angelsclouds surround the mind I used to have,
I lost it once just to find it again.
Self pain is no longer an option, for i am a better person for throwing out your opinions.
Retaliation is never helping your sad personality that is drowning in that black sea of poison that you refer to as a "soul"
But for now i cry because a fallen angel like me doesnt deserve to die.....
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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