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I was walking down The gravel of the school, Suddenly I felt, Like a shadow was behind me, Staring, looking, waiting. I hoped it was him. I wanted it to be him. I wanted to believe it was him. I hoped and prayed it was him. Even if there was a chance it wasn’t. I wanted it to be so badly. I wanted to take back my words. Tell him that I loved him, That age didn’t matter.   Tell him that, He didn’t have to be with her, That I was there, For him.   Tell him we could change the world, Break the rules, Make a difference. Tell him that it was me he wanted, And I knew.   Tell him that I could finally, Have the happy ever after, That I always wanted. That nothing could stop us.   I wanted him to know, That we can have, Everything we wanted, That life wasn’t something to hate.   I wanted to tell him, That I would die happy, If took my hand, And held onto it, Until it was my end.   I wanted him to know, That I loved him, And I wanted to know, If he felt the same. I wanted, My life to take a turn, Be what it should be, Be what I wished. I wanted, To wrap my arms around him, And hold on, Till death did us apart.   I wanted him to know, That we can. I kept praying, Not letting the negative in, Keeping my hopes up, Then I turned around.   There was no one.
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
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I was walking down The gravel of the school, Suddenly I felt, Like a shadow was behind me, Staring, looking, waiting. I hoped it was him. I wanted it to be him. I wanted to believe it was him. I hoped and prayed it was him. Even if there was a chance it wasn’t. I wanted it to be so badly. I wanted to take back my words. Tell him that I loved him, That age didn’t matter.   Tell him that, He didn’t have to be with her, That I was there, For him.   Tell him we could change the world, Break the rules, Make a difference. Tell him that it was me he wanted, And I knew.   Tell him that I could finally, Have the happy ever after, That I always wanted. That nothing could stop us.   I wanted him to know, That we can have, Everything we wanted, That life wasn’t something to hate.   I wanted to tell him, That I would die happy, If took my hand, And held onto it, Until it was my end.   I wanted him to know, That I loved him, And I wanted to know, If he felt the same. I wanted, My life to take a turn, Be what it should be, Be what I wished. I wanted, To wrap my arms around him, And hold on, Till death did us apart.   I wanted him to know, That we can. I kept praying, Not letting the negative in, Keeping my hopes up, Then I turned around.   There was no one.
It's amazing what crushes do to you. What love does to you.
bipolar-hypocrite
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bipolar-hypocrite
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
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