conversations spark and die just as soon
i'm infatuated, she's got nothing better to do
so there's no point in asking for a second date
when i already know it's too little, too late
i can't stand to see you smile for another
after all i've done why do i still bother
i guess true love's just a one way street
at the end of the road there's no one to meet
i wish i had a way to keep you in my arms
but any and all attempts leave me quite harmed
it's so cold, here at home but it's something i'll get used to
just another part of my bitter attitude
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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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