Saturday, March 24, 2012

My Dear.

So in love with you I thought I was, I tried and tried to make you mines. Poetry I wrote, inspired by you I was. Hours I spent with a pen, figuring out what to say to such beauty as you. Proving you wrong was my goal, as I learned you said I'd never have a chance, but how wrong I was. I wish you nothing but the best, your happiness is my happiness as miserable it could leave me. Go on run run seek your soul, and someone to make it happy. All I ever cared for was your happiness, your love, and if with someone else is who you think you'll be happy with, well go on my dear, don't mind me I'm just but a lonely fool.

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