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Let Me Tell You
Contributed by
JacobsKK
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Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 06:50:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Baby, let me tell you something,
That I swore I never would.
You may wish you never heard it,
But I really think you should.
Before we were together,
Around the time you went away.
My eyes were not the blue you love,
They were an ugly shade of gray.
I lost every single color,
In my body, mind, and soul.
My love for you was something,
I could no longer control.
Sometimes I sat on the floor,
Sometimes on the bed.
Your memory was eating away,
At everything in my head.
I would barely come out of my room to eat,
My parents had no clue,
That the only appetite I had,
Was a hunger of love from you.
I only came out to shower,
And also to do my chores.
My family was angry with me,
Cuz I didn’t care anymore.
The little sleep I got,
Was invaded with terrible dreams.
Stitch by stitch, my heart,
Was being ripped apart at the seams.
But what I promised I’d never tell you,
Baby, it’s really bad.
But everyone has a limit,
As to how long they can be sad.
When I saw knives, I thought of my wrists.
I saw windows and thought of glass.
Anything to take the pain away,
I wanted to be rid of the past.
My mind said you weren’t coming back,
My heart said wait some more.
But the knife I held against my wrist,
Promised I’d hurt no more.
Several times I tried.
But I’d always drop the knife, and cry.
Instead of praying for you,
I prayed I could curl up and die.
Whenever I woke up,
I tried to go right back to sleep.
When I finally held back all the tears,
Your memories made me weep.
Whenever I swallowed food,
It always made my stomach upset.
I thought that if I died,
Then I could finally forget.
I never really told you,
Just how bad it really was.
I thought God didn’t listen,
But he proved to me he does.
If you worry about me now,
Think of how much you would back then.
I hope I never cry that much,
Or pick up a knife again.
I just can’t believe how close I came,
To taking away my life.
Now you know why I never like it,
When you always play with your knife.
I always knew one day I’d tell you,
Just how bad it really was.
Nothing compares to my love for you,
Trust me, Nothing does.
I hope that you’ll thank God,
For not letting me do what I wanted to do.
Cuz I don’t think I’d be here right now,
I also wouldn’t be with you.
I Love You, Baby
Copyright ©
JacobsKK
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2005-04-13 18:50:47]
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Re: Let Me Tell You
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by breny on
Wednesday, 13th April 2005 @ 07:09:15 PM AEST
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you are very lucky that you got another chance to be with him. I hope and pray every night that it will be the same with me and my ex bf but only time will tell. Anyways great write and I'm glad that everything worked out for the best for you two. You are really lucky-never forget that. :-D
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Re: Let Me Tell You
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by DorianChambers on
Thursday, 14th April 2005 @ 02:58:54 PM AEST
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This is lovely enough 2 hang beside the most
prestigious painting in art gallery that ever
exzisted . . . **********
Droian Chambers |
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