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Oct 2014
Look what you've done
Look what you've caused
Every event I want to be a part of
And the many Websites i find to join and numb me
Books to borrow to drown my inner concerns
Music to listen to deafen my thoughts
Just so I can be able to push you out of my head
But once I rest my head on that pillow
Once my mind isn't occupied
With listening, joining, reading or moving
You jump in my head once again
And I lay there soulless (asleep one may call it)
Dreaming of you
I would wake up surprised
by the odd roles you take in there
Eager to tell you
Or anyone in the matter
But I stop!
Because I can’t,
You don’t know of the poems I devoted just for you,
And pretended it was not.
You don’t know of the nights I longed for you,
And tears trickled down my cheeks.
You don’t know of the moments I laughed at you,
And wished we would laugh together.
You don’t know of the crush I've had for the years that passed ,
And the years yet to come.
But it’s OK!
Because one day I’ll have something to say,
When they tell me you don’t know how it feels
*Not to be loved
This is for those who developed a crush and never got the answer to the dreadful question (Does she/he love me back?).
Neda Zeidieh
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Neda Zeidieh
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