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weepingwillow poetry
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| I hate myself... I hate myself for being me. I hate myself because I can't do anything to make you stay. . . Except show you my love and speak my words, But it doesn't seem like that is even compensating for the distance between us, You still call me with a voice that sounds like death has taken over your heart, And your words are so few. How will I know if things are the way it seems? If you will not elaborate. Tell me what has happend? What is happening to us? To the love we share. Has it died? Or is this just a plea for help? Because this is so hard, Living in two different worlds, For 3 hours time stands between us. . . And if there is no more us Then there is no more me. I die away like the sad flower I am, My petals are wilted and torn, And my stem is covered in thorns. . . That constantly prick my soul A million thorns stuck in my heart And still I do not comprehend Why?. . . When our love still burns. . . --- Tara A. |
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