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As I think about the times we had,
I want you so bad,
I know I want you,
But for some reason I can't have you,
I' am a mess,
I get pissed thinking about how we are apart,
As the same for my heart,
So lament,
The time is bent,
Together the time was well,
But the present has been hell.
- by iCookieful |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 05/05/2009 |
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- Title: Apart.
- Artist: iCookieful
- Description: This poem is not about a break-up although it sounds like one lol.
- Date: 05/05/2009
- Tags: apart
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