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Apr 2015
There I sat
In a pile of my own shame
Crying over my own stupidity
It was my own fault
I allowed myself to love you


I always do It
Fall for the one that shows me attention
I think I ruin It for myself
I try to hard
Or maybe I don’t try enough


I’m yet to understand
how the male brain works
That’s why I want you
To help me figure It out

I wasn’t lost
At least I thought I wasn’t
I didn’t realize I was a victim of the hero syndrome
I thought I really loved you
And I thought feelings were mutual
But I guess they weren’t

you gave me your glasses
so I can see through your eyes
I thought things were clear
But I guess It was just a blurr

You saved me
From the Evil
That Is my mind

You rescued me
From the Imprisonment
Of my own thoughts
And thought that was out of love
But It was just you being you

That’s what I loved
You being you
You as yourself
Is so perfect


I wasn’t lost
At least I thought I wasn’t
Jasmine Roper
Written by
Jasmine Roper  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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   --- and Micahel De Tomasso
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