How many options do I have until I die for you?
How many choices must I make before I cry for you?
My heart is pulling me down as I try to read your mind;
It's telling me not to, not to waste my time.
Pulling my hair, but leaving it down.
I bat my eyes when your around.
I pray one day you'll see me as someone who cares for you.
Whatever must I do to not have this care for you?
I try to see things through your eyes of stone,
I see nothing and once more I groan!
I look into your eyes as you look into mine;
What are you thinking?- it's a waste of time!
For him, I could see me.
His eyes in agony over what I felt.
It broke my heart.
Please, Oh please won't you break my heart.
How many options do I have until I die for you?
How many choices must I make before I cry for you?
My head is wreeling around as I cry for you.
A contest entry
- Painting You by RunicPseudonym.
550 points, ended March 25, 13 entries
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Comments
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Ouch,
a powerful strain of thoughts, thank you for entering! I hope you find someone that will not only acknowledge you but will let you read into them just enough now and then, it's more comfortable that way^_^
H. R. Jacobson
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yea, i know....
....nice work, great emotion..
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