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by emo gurl Jul 24, 2008
Sadness, depression /
When routine gets boring,
And memories get old,
Our friendship starts fading,
Our words become cold.
I cried myself to sleep at night,
I hated it when we would fight,
memories that were warm and cosy,
Our eyes were bright and our cheeks were rosy.
A few kind words,
A hasty letter,
A smile and wave,
To make things better.
When i look into your eyes,
I only see what i despise,
So we sit alone so silently,
And think how warm it used to be.
I cry myself to sleep at night,
I miss the way we used to fight,
You said you loved me more than anything,
You said that you would give me everything,
I smiled and laughed and held you tight,
I loved you with all my heart and might,
I miss the days when that was true,
I miss the days of me and you.
by ms confuse
Dayum!!! this poem is sooo true u know.
i guess dat almost everyone of us here wants to be in the moment when the romance was still there.... i luv yer work...
This poem actually brung tears to my eyes...the emotion was real...it made me think about all I've lost and how I just pretend its okay...I really thank you for writing this..its absolutely amzing!