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Guilt

Contributed by shani21shani on Thursday, 25th March 2010 @ 07:40:02 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



I wana play with no lives, absolutely
I wana stay like me, alive, happily
I Feel that im being unfair to you
I Feel that i skip a word or two
Its not easy to be fair for me
thats my crime but thats whats meant to be
I see this world spinning around
I see you in it , wanting to be found
But why is it me, why am i not perfect
How can I give you myself, when im not worth it
Its just a feeling, which everyday haunts
Being miserable is the least anyone wants
You're so beautiful, my heart knows that
but i wana be with you if only it shows that
Your life is complete with me, thats what u say
I want it to be perfect, thats what i pray
Would I leave you, or i go away unnoticed
Would you forgive me or think about my motive
Something that scares me, deep in my heart
I wonder us together, suddenly split apart
Want to tell you, I can play with lives
Because Im not God, I cannot survive
With tears in my eyes and a brick on my heart
I want you to start a beautiful start...




Copyright © shani21shani ... [ 2010-03-25 07:40:02]
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Re: Guilt (User Rating: 1 )
by gravy on Friday, 26th March 2010 @ 10:05:58 AM AEST
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"How can I give you myself, when im not worth it"

I love this line. It's the hardest when we really think someone is perfect for us but know we are not for them. To peruse them would be an injustice to not only their needs but our own happiness as well.




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