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i thought
you were
my dream
but now
i realize
you were
my nightmare......
         -cutecrazy-
Draw me in pencil,
Draw me in chalk,
Draw me in bright colours,
Draw me with shades,
Or draw me paint brush
Stokes and all,
But if you draw me in your mind, do it so you never forget me at all.
I just want you
to be happy
but sometimes
and selfishly
I want to be
your happiness

But
'happiness is a choice'
you say
and you didn't choose me

I clung onto the idea
since you made me happy
it would be the same for you

What is happiness now?
where has it gone to?
In time, society has robbed us
the real meaning of happiness

Go on your own way
and pursue your happiness
for your smile, is my smile
your laugh, is my laugh

and I'll be happy
when you find your happiness
because I love you
always have, always will
I've always had a love for you
Deep inside me I've always loved
Something about you
Was it your smile?
Your beautiful eyes?
Maybe it was that wonderful personality
Either way it made me fall in love
And boy did I fall hard.
When you need a shoulder to cry on
My shoulder is here for you
When you need a hug
I am here with open arms
When you need someone to love
I already love you
I never understood why they say love hurts
until I met you
I never understood how you made me feel
all sad and blue
I just never understood that it would come to an end
too stupid to think things through.
Criticisms are welcome c:
I don’t want to beg anyone to stay.
          who’ll stay — would stay.
                     who wont — would just run away.
why beg? they’re going to leave me anyway.
          they’re gonna be here today,
                     but eventually leave me someday.
im screaming at the clock to please stop ticking seething at the moments that won't stop sprinting through oh why are you running away i am crying for the nights that i was not crying i am longing for the nights when you longed for me too i'm searching for the time i've lost because who gave it the right to just ******* run away
i'm sitting here in pieces shattered by a memory
who gave it the right
to just become a memory?
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