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Monday, September 14, 2009

Why Is It?

Okay, so this one was written for a different love interest in 9th grade. I had a falling out with Nathan...so this one is about a guy whom I now I consider to be a very good and old friend.

Why is it
That when I tell you I love you
You barely respond?
Why is it
That you don't seem true
And I feel like a pawn?
Why is it
That I feel so dumb
So secluded from you?
Why is it
That you never return my calls
And tell me you just forgot?
Why is it
That I don't see
You're  hurting me
I hate the way you make me feel
Why can't I just let you go?
You're killing me from the inside out
So God- please help me move on...

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Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.

Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.