those eyes, they never lie
or so you tell me
this time, i won't mind
feeling a bit empty
my thoughts race around
so are they true?
you avoid their very sound
you won't come through
and i want me to believe
i want to know, what you told
and hold it so blindly
i've got to know, got to know
if you really love me
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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