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Retro Dec 2018
Our love has gone cold
I’m looking through you
  While you’re looking through your           phone
          And then leaving with
    Somebody else...
           I don’t want your body, but
I’m picturing your body with
       somebody else
Every day I feel as if I am on the verge of tears
All of a sudden I start crying without a reason
My mascara always smears
I am supposed to be jolly, you know 'tis the season
But my heart cannot handle it anymore
I believe that I have become one of the heartbroken
Because he used to be the one who said "I love you more"
As you know, I am no longer taken
But all my tears are not because of him, I hope
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hlynnn Nov 2017
Not once did I expect this to happen.
Never in my wildest dream that I've fallen,
To a boy who wasn't my prince charming
Nor to someone who is my friend.

It must been your sweetness that melt my heart
Or your gentle smile could be the start.
Whatever the reason for me to feel this way
One thing I know, this strange feeling grows stronger everyday

All this time I've been praying
For you to see and look at me as a lady
Every now and then I woke up dreaming
That I can be your girl, not just a friend

Then reality broke me into pieces
It wounded me bad as it came to my senses.
That you belong to someone else
And I'm left alone with all this heartaches

A few might have a clue
But nobody knows the pain I've been thru
They can't guess the sleepless nights
Nor count the tears I've cried.

My friends see me smiling and laughing
Yet deep inside there's no place for denying.
I know a have to surrender and let go
At least to cease and ease the misery

Still I'd be happy,
Coz happiness means seeing you being one.
And let me say this for once, I Love you...!
But I love you more, so Goodbye......
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
In every one-word world, exotic spaces' gradual state of life proclaimed as a melon . As the urges to divide the pleasures of the infernal forth from the happiness which has closed in to the square-shaped restless less rolling boxes. And what the treat is if all of the souls from the cypress take the higher breaths of the shrew and belabor them unto the points of humanity, uncivilized humanity that is quite bountifully.

During this autumnal abscission where the alizarin and pallid arms and edges, crooked and afraid, steep in the sullied tatterdemalion and the mysophilia that emimart

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