Old news, by mytruth
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I feel bitter.
You are hurting me again.
I wish we could take it all back
Love me or leave me.
You mock my dreams
my lucid ideas.
I want you.
You ignore me.
Tonight you push me
away.
I open up to you so easily.
Be myself?
I am.
I am not who I used to be.
You look at me
as if I am
a stranger.
You think you can hold me,
then mold me
into what I was
or
what you wish.
Kiss me.
Then pay me.
I am a sucker for love.
Not your wishes. |
Posted: 2007-06-01 00:04:27 UTC |
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