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Dooze May 2014
I'm tired of being alone
on a Saturday night
while you're on the phone
acting like it's all right
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

I don't have courage to say it to you
But I carry a pencil in my hand
It writes all the feelings of blue
That I think you'll never understand
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

I'm sick of the never ending maze
That I was dropped inside of
I always end in a daze
And every time felt less love
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

Every path I take
leads to a dead end
And every bone you break
Is impossible to mend
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

Those pictures that I saw
Of you on the rollercoaster with your friends
Makes me wonder it's not law
To stick with those which loyalty has no end
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about

And all those days I spent
Trying to be happier with me
But I've seen the places that you went
My mouth feels locked with your key
And those days when you are out
And you say it was nothing
Nothing I would care about
But every once in a while
When I am feeling so blue
Sometimes I could even smile
If I switched places of me and you
I've been being really badly excluded lately and I sometimes will vent to one of my closes friends. When I see she has been out and I bring it up, she simply says it's nothing I would care about. Hence the inspiration of this poem
Dooze Nov 2013
Oh, Romeo,
How you break my heart so.
Eager fingers covet a girl
Who please your desire.
Until you make her drink the poison,
And wait for your next Juliet,
As she slowly proceeds,
Being convinced you were her beau.
Oh, Mr. Libertine,
I find your ways so lewd.
I was just playing with words in this poem.
It's not very good, and I plan on writing more that relate more to my feelings, unlike this one, which I just wrote about players.

I made this poem entirely, feel free to use it wherever as long as you include rights to me, and a link to the poem.

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