I can only hope its true enough that everything I say and do for love brings only one step closer to the one I am dreaming of. If I can redeem myself in times of envy to those who have found their love. If I wake in the morning find myself in a love sick dire state, I’ll know that everything that I have meant to say has come to late.
Lately it seems like I’m tired of the wait as I hide myself away behind my wall made by my empty heart. When I refuse a window only my heart knows my head is lying. I’m sorry if I just want to skip to the end but I know that there has to be a purpose otherwise I’m just suffering pointlessly until then.
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:( make a poem format...
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