Him

by Elizabeth   Jan 25, 2007


Why does he make me cry
even when I'm lonesome and shy?

My heart is not a toy to play with
so why does he think it is?

I'm sitting hear waiting for him.
Hoping that he will come again.

My head is full, my heart is empty
I hope that he wont forget me.

I will always be waiting for him.
Even when I'm sad again...

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