What is this called?

by ChaChi   Nov 4, 2008


It is a sensation when I'm with you.
Just as sample as a blank paper.
Without you, I wont know where to go.
You make me smile, and when you do, it makes my day
all go by fill with happiness.
I never thought this would ever happen to me.

This what I'm feeling is no good for me.
I know that I'm no the only person in this
world that can make your life easier, but if this is meant to be;
Please help me to realize that this is important.
Show me the way it needs to be done, so I wont loose my mind.
I'm full of anger and pain helps me feel better.
I don't want to be like this anymore.
I'm dying without it.
Don't feel sorry for me.

It wont make sense if you feel that way about me.
Feeling sorry about people doesn't mean this.
It is very different.
Now, I end my letter to you, letting you know that
many know how to like and care,
But few know how to love.
This words come straight from my heart and
hoping that one day you would understand them all.

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