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posted on Apr, 22 2008 @ 10:32 PM
Haven't been here for a while, nobody probably remembers me anyway... but nice to see people still adding great stuff!

This is something I wrote as a relationship was breaking down, It's the worst feeling in the world to know that someone doesn't love you as much as you do them, pretty good inspiration though.

The Beginning of The End

I’m thinking about you, I know that’s me alone
Sittin here like a lovesick loser, waitin for the phone
It doesn’t ring, no matter how hard I stare
Wishing I could kiss and hug you
Wishing you’d want me there too

It’s got to a point now where I’m always confused
Scared of being lonely, but more of being used
It’s not my thing, to love someone who doesn’t care
I wish I could kiss and hug you
I wish you’d want me to

I don’t want no-one else, that’s why I’m so torn up
I’m into you, but don’t think you see how much
Been hurt before, but it’s unfair to compare
I wish I could kiss and hug you
Right now, don’t think you want that too

I'm left with writing poetry and stupid little songs
I don't feel like I can talk to you, I feel you've already gone
Love is just a silly game that isn't ever fair
I wish I could kiss and hug you
But in my heart I know you don't want that too


[Edited for terrible spelling]

[edit on 22-4-2008 by ShinobiAurora]

posted on Apr, 28 2008 @ 10:24 AM
You took me back to times that yanked the innocence right out of me.

Staring at the phone, wanting it to ring and be her, but it remained silent.

Your line, "It's not my thing to love someone who doesn't care" shows how
hopeless it gets when love goes unrequited.

But . . . . . sometimes we're not "left" with poetry and little songs,
It's just the essence expressed after the wrongs,

The essence of us, written down and unforgotten.

posted on Apr, 30 2008 @ 02:30 PM
All great art is born of passion and pain

welcome back


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