maggieMember since February, 2008
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If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
well, i express myself through poems and songs. this poem explains some of it:
afraid, i am.
i do not want to get stung by another bee,
for if i do i shall pay the fee.
and as i sit under this palm tree by the sea,
this strong feeling of sadness continues to take over me.
and if the books i was carrying had fallen to the floor,
i know you would never have noticed and would have stayed at the door.
and i'm always filled with fears,
because i know you'll never wipe away my tears.
it must be my affection for you that tears my heart apart.
it is my affection for you that ripped out my soul,
that is why i always feel so cold.
perhaps it was me who broke my heart.
perhaps it was me who ripped my heart and soul apart.
this one explains the rest:
sometimes i pick flowers for hours while thinking of you.
sometimes i just don't know what to do.
no matter how many times you break up with a girlfriend,
you always end up with another one in the end.
it may have taken me forever to realize that we can never be together,
but now i finally see
that its not destiny.
that we were never meant to be.
that you would never,
could never fall for me.
i know i don't deserve you,
but no matter what i go through,
i continue to fall even more in love with you.
and its because of this i'm sure
that there's a lot more pain i'll have to endure.
yes, it's true that i hold your happiness over mine.
but that doesn't mean that when i see you with someone else i'm fine.
i'm too afraid to call because i know you're too busy to pick up the phone.
it is now obvious to me that i will always be alone.