It's over
Contributed by
notsoangelic3000
on
Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 12:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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tears,
running down my cheeks,
damn it, I thought I meant something to you.
But, I'm just used,
you'll find someone better than me.
I stand.
Out of the cozy-kiss-me warm world,
but more or less stepped into death's winter,
so pretty you freeze to ice,
knowing my heart is gone,
thrown away,
and now I can't find it,
because everything is crashing down.
And now, you're silly imitation of being in love comes to mind,
when you're sitting alone,
and you hear a song from long ago,
when I hear you say,
"Hey, baby, c'mon, let's go."
And I cry when I keep seeing in my mind, how you said it was over, and yes it's true,
my friends agree, I'm in love with you.
Good morning is just a tease,
to know I could never please, you.
Now I stand out in front of a tree,
closing my eyes as snow falls upon my cheeks,
the memories shoot to my head,
you and me,
like a bullet sprung from the gun,
my spirit is gone,
dead,
flee and fell to the ground,
like an angel I was,
who broke her wings,
and can't go back to heaven,
such a crime.
Violence.
Seems to be the result of love,
it breaks,
because he hates you,
while you're still in love with him.
I feel your lips, touching mine,
telling me I'm the one,
one that's supposed to be with you right now.
Bull*****.
Love turns hearts warmer,
while hate turns then colder,
so now that's my point,
you're full of love, just not for me,
while I could be full of hatred,
yet still think of you all my life,
because for you,
there's always room in my life,
and I know I'll never get over,
even if, of course,
you've already gotten over me.
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