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I struggled these months to write poetry in your name, Yet the moment you disappear, feelings rushed and writing came, I lay at night through torture, wondering how we got here, Succumbing myself through silly regrets, or fragile fears Truth is I am heartbroken, in a way not felt before, When the girl that you loved happens to live on next door, So forgive me for silence; it helps bring me peace, Time mends all pains, I will make this suffering cease And as your eyes torment my dreams, your laugh may be missing from all of these memes, Your care, done up hair, dead-on stare through me beams, And I appreciated every moment, as distant as I can seem. I do wish the best for you, you're someone who deserves all, But there's a reason they say that with love you must fall, I made the mistake of sinking for a softball star The lesson I've learned now is that they hit very hard, Thank you for being a one of a kind, And if we don't talk, I hope you don't mind, I'll get over you, another love I will find, Praise be to the girl, who once i'd call mine.
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Letter to Steve's Boss
I struggled these months to write poetry in your name, Yet the moment you disappear, feelings rushed and writing came, I lay at night through torture, wondering how we got here, Succumbing myself through silly regrets, or fragile fears Truth is I am heartbroken, in a way not felt before, When the girl that you loved happens to live on next door, So forgive me for silence; it helps bring me peace, Time mends all pains, I will make this suffering cease And as your eyes torment my dreams, your laugh may be missing from all of these memes, Your care, done up hair, dead-on stare through me beams, And I appreciated every moment, as distant as I can seem. I do wish the best for you, you're someone who deserves all, But there's a reason they say that with love you must fall, I made the mistake of sinking for a softball star The lesson I've learned now is that they hit very hard, Thank you for being a one of a kind, And if we don't talk, I hope you don't mind, I'll get over you, another love I will find, Praise be to the girl, who once i'd call mine.
WorldtoChris
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Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
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