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I don't write to show off or to look good I don't want to make money out of writing I don't want be acknowledged for my poetry I just find it easier to put my feelings into a poem than to say them out loud or to think about them poetry is my lease from reality |
Somewhere over the rainbow,
Where my dreams are lost...
Written with a pen, sealed with a kiss,
If you really care, please answer this...
Underneath his heartless lies,
Did you not hear my heartfelt cries...
I told you I meant it,
Like I told you before...
Its in a heart,
That never ends...
Are all my thoughts of you?
your always on my mind...
Sweet bitter heart, Aches again,
Tears in twos and threes...
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What’s worth feeling if it doesn’t feel the same? |
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You took my smile, my laughter too, |
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Lost among the stars this night, |