staind heart

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staind heart

Theres tear stains on my pillow where my head use to be,

I dont know how to tell u that I wish u'd be with me.

You tell me im not your type and that it just wouldnt work,

Then youu turn to leave and i see ur smurk.

You dont even give me a chance and yet you judge me so harshly,

It pisses me off that we can give it time.

But thats just why i dont care if  i cant call you mine,

ill find the one who wants my love and cares to be called mine.

i just hope i find her  before i run out of time,

appearence is nothing as long as shes sweet and kind,

thats the kind of girl id love to call mine.

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EvilPoems commented on staind heart

12-13-2009

ha! i didnt know i had already read it, and it came up on random poets, well good luck still, ive finally found mine

EvilPoems commented on staind heart

08-12-2009

another good poem, one in which i can relate too all too perfectly, i hope you've found her, I have yet to find mine.

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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