Sometimes
I like to talk about it
But I won't fight about it
It's just a waste of time
Sometimes
I even think about it
Then again I won't deny it
That's not worth my time
Sometimes
You gotta face it down
You gotta work around it
Sometimes you gotta lose
Sell yourself a reason
Take yourself outside
Through it all the truth comes out
You're still alone inside
Some days
I even see you there
You look away but I don't care
Especially not today
Sometimes
I even see your face
And I just wanna tear it away
If only from my mind
You don't know what you did to me
And I won't give you the courtesy
You'll never know how much I cried
To show you tears?
I'd rather die
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Stone Sour
For no one .... beautiful sad words
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since March 3, 2002.
- I'm a tigereye texture poet for 1,385 comments.
- I am a guy from Connecticut (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Law Enforcement (Ret) ~ Photography ~ Music.
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- I have 1,385 comments, 205 poems
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tara wilson on September 21i accidentally deleted the poem i liked from my page that i got from yours
by any chance would you still have it copied somewhere?
thank you
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tara wilson on September 10i love the poem on your page. do you have a title for it? Do you know the full name of the author?
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Suzanne Dia on June 11, 2008Betcha don't know who I am
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LadyDeNoir on February 6, 2008There is nothing like sand...for a little girl French girl to play in, No doubt it makes her grandfather happy to watch her grow.
