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Jan 14, 2010
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My Love Is My Curse.
I have a curse.
My curse is that I fell in love.
Fell in love with someone.
My love is my curse.
I fell in love with someone that is kind.
Someone that is full of life.
Kindness.
Happiness and sadness.
Someone just like me.
Someone that was always there.
This someone stole my heart.
He stole my heart and ran away.
Ran away to leave me in pain.
Leave me in my time of need.
If only he knew how bad he hurt me.
How sad he made me.
He left me and i shall never forget it.
He turn around and walked away.
Walked away never to look back.
Look back at me.
If only he did he could see.
See what he did to me.
He left me in pieces.
Never to be the same.
So I picked myself up
and put myself back together.
Never to be the same.
He loved me and then he didn't.
He hurt me and stole my heart because he lost it.
He lost the feelings
The feelings he had for me.
And then to hem I was just a puzzle.
A puzzle he put together and quickly destroyed.
And toke some of the pieces so no one can finish the puzzle again.
So I couldn't love someone the same ever again.
My curse is that I fell in love.
Fell in love with someone.
My love is my curse.
I fell in love with someone that is kind.
Someone that is full of life.
Kindness.
Happiness and sadness.
Someone just like me.
Someone that was always there.
This someone stole my heart.
He stole my heart and ran away.
Ran away to leave me in pain.
Leave me in my time of need.
If only he knew how bad he hurt me.
How sad he made me.
He left me and i shall never forget it.
He turn around and walked away.
Walked away never to look back.
Look back at me.
If only he did he could see.
See what he did to me.
He left me in pieces.
Never to be the same.
So I picked myself up
and put myself back together.
Never to be the same.
He loved me and then he didn't.
He hurt me and stole my heart because he lost it.
He lost the feelings
The feelings he had for me.
And then to hem I was just a puzzle.
A puzzle he put together and quickly destroyed.
And toke some of the pieces so no one can finish the puzzle again.
So I couldn't love someone the same ever again.
Comments
Carchuleto
16 years 3 months ago
MMk
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
Thank you Carch
Lonnie
16 years 3 months ago
A good poem, Skye, but could use a little work!
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
Thank you Lonnie
Kailashana
16 years 3 months ago
I have a curse. My curse is
broken_skye
16 years 3 months ago
Thanks