This Poem Is Called Whatever You Want It To Be Called

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How I feel...

Submitted: April 12, 2009

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Submitted: April 12, 2009

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Oh those words can make the Titanic look like a toy
I’m so glad you’ve left nothing for everyone else to destroy
I’ll listen to this song a million times just to make sure I’m real
So I can feel the pain of being alone without a heart to steal
It’s so funny to get your hopes up and excited to speak
To someone new, maybe they’ll leave you speechless and weak
It’s just another hole to fill though, just day in and day out
Everyone says to keep your hopes up when you’re in doubt
Maybe everyone is a liar, thinking those words will help you recover
But they just rip into your mind making holes that you discover
Make you know who you really are, it’s beautiful and it’s sad
Knowing the one’s you let go could’ve been the best that you had


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