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- [ I'm not so sure if you could call this a poem, ] at sharepoetry
I'm not so sure if you could call this a poem, / Because all I want to do is rant, / It doesn't need to make sense, / When the only thing we have to live for, / Is our philosophies and theories, / And I'm not so sure if this is random, / Becau - Maybe the thoughts of a helpless mind at sharepoetry
Every time I sit down to write a poem, / I get a feeling of thoughtfulness and softheartedness. / It always turns out to be about or towards someone else, / Because the times it was about me there was nothing but pain. / I try not to let it go tha - Yawn and Stretch at sharepoetry
I turn through the pages, / And still don't know what to say, / Or merely how to say it, / In the form of what it means, / She's been crushed before, / I couldn't do this to her, / Maybe she'll think I'm faking, / Maybe she'll thik it's the - [ Show me the way you feel, ] at sharepoetry
Show me the way you feel, / I want to see you tonight, / Teach me the way you think, / I want to get inside of your mind, / / As I lay here, / In this desolate darkness, / Thinking of you, / And your simple smile, / / I'll dream of y - [ The clock keeps ticking, ] at sharepoetry
The clock keeps ticking, / And the world keeps spinning, / I look into your eyes, / Just to see you deep lies, / / I'm tired of living this way, / Where nothing happens the way it's said, / And all we have is the music, / 'Cuz our "friend
