you know i hate to talk about it
or even think it for a minute
but when you come crying
i wonder if you really mean it
you say that you've had enough
that you will never find true love
that he's having second thoughts
because your love can't be bought
that you push everyone away
and that everything was a mistake
that you want to go back home
and maybe pretend you're not really alone
and maybe i'd like to put your mind at ease
maybe help you find some peace
even though all you ever show
is some jaded kind of flirty tease
maybe i'm at fault for sticking around
or for checking on you when i'm in town
when i know that i'm nothing at all
besides a net for your frequent falls
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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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