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  1. #1
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    Default A few poems [About Sam, My Final Bow, Time will tell]

    Firstly, Sam is a guy who i fancy like mad!

    I want you,
    But I can’t have you.
    I want to hold you,
    But I can’t hold you.

    I want to love you,
    But I can’t love you.
    I want to kiss you,
    But I can’t kiss you.

    So when I see you in front of me,
    I feel the opposite of glee,
    And I want to hold you so bad,
    It’s making me feel so mad.

    And I look around the corner for you,
    But your not there, I haven’t a clue.
    And I try to make a conversation,
    Because this gives me a funny sensation.

    I suppose this dream is just in my head,
    I think that’s enough said..

    Secondly, Final Bow.

    I don’t need those *****y sneers,
    I don’t need you to make me sit in tears,
    I don’t need those evil stares,
    I don’t need a day full of lare.

    I hope one day you remember me,
    The boy you hurt so carelessly,
    And I hope one day you look back and see,
    How much you really hurt me.

    You make me feel like a pile of ****,
    Make me feel like nothing but an it,
    You make me feel like saying goodbye,
    Make me feel like soaring of that building so high.

    My hand picks up that pen,
    Writing my final words – again and again,
    My hand opens that frost window,
    I look down – so low, so low.

    Goodbye Goodbye,
    I must go now,
    I must step forward – my final bow…

    Time will tell

    I look around this empty place,
    I’m feeling so cramped in this tiny space,
    I feel trapped in myself,
    Feeling so horrid – hating myself.

    I pierce myself with horrid thoughts,
    Making me feel distraught,
    And the knife lays still – on its own,
    I’m standing here all alone.

    So I clench it with all my might,
    I shake – but keep it held tight,
    I sink it deep – I feel the pain,
    Thumping – over and over again.

    So I say goodbye to my worthless self,
    I’m so worthless, I‘ve done this to myself,
    And as the first tear falls to the ground,
    My crying is the only sound.

    So goodbye – farewell,
    This has happened – what next – only cruel time will tell.

    Thanks
    ROOTY!

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    That's a nice poem...
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    Now that it's raining more than ever
    Know that we'll still have each other
    You can stand under my umbrella
    You can stand under my umbrella (8)

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    hmmm final bow reminds me of silent-wishes 'why?' poem.

    apart from that *wipes away tear* lol rep+

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    Quote Originally Posted by Yayse
    hmmm final bow reminds me of silent-wishes 'why?' poem.

    apart from that *wipes away tear* lol rep+
    I hope one day you remember me,
    The boy you hurt so carelessly,

    Used from Janes poem, she let me
    ROOTY!

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    aha!! it all makes sense now :p lol

    good stuff

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