

Just some poemI'm sick of liking people,Just some poem
especially ones i can never have.
I'm sick of being a nice guy,
because nice guys finish last.
I don't play girls like most guys,
but there the ones that come in first.
I'm sick of seeing girls getting hurt,
because some guy cant treat them right.
Maybe i should just go without anyone,
and just be friends,
But i like having someone that is just mine.
I hate suffering from the constant pain of
coming in last every time i meet someone.
I hate not being
Sunset

Love.....She will never know how i truly feel,Love.....
But do i even know how i truly feel?
should i take a risk or stand back and let someone that i know should have her get her?
Should i take all the pain and agony
and watch some one else get her?
But there could be a simple answer to all these problems, its simple yet so complex,
Suicide!
But would suicide be easier then just
going up and telling her?
Meh

Emptiness..Love has now died with painEmptiness..
Sorrow is all I have to feel
Inside myself I'm draining fear
Emptiness dries up all my tears
Holding a dagger through my heart
Hard to bare the end is near..


What if?My love for him is strong but what if my words don't meet my actions? All the things I say are things I want to happen but what if all of it is too good to be true? If our bodies meet face to face would I be able to overcome my overwhelming fear of bliss? The kisses that I hold so close to me... would I be able to give them? Would my outgoing mind overpower my shy body? What if everyone else is right? Maybe everything is just never meant to be even though my whole heart says it is. Just his voice makes me smile no matter what. I guess these questions will have to be put to the test because I'm not even remotely close to being ready to let himWhat if?
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"Mean ass grass!" -- "Go in the mean ass grass, glass!"
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Violator3 - Analog? Mmmh... it's better than digital.
Great match for your name
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Do you have insomnia?
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Since then it's been a book you read in reverse.. so you understand less as the pages turn.
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