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My Love Is For Naught

Poetry By: neji chan

This is basically about the pains of unrequited love

Submitted:Feb 1, 2009    Reads: 140    Comments: 15    Likes: 1   

I'd die for you, but you don't seem to care.

My cheeks are stained; my chest is bleeding

I'm broken hearted and my hatred's been feeding

On my regret, on my remorse, but you don't seem to care

They say your eyes are a window to your soul

Well, go ahead, look all you want, you'll see nothing.

I know that once I must have been happy and maybe deep inside I still am.

I remember once I was happy, but that was before I met you.

That was before unrequited love.


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