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Silent trears

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CJangel

Published: Dec 5, 2011

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Literature Text

Why does it feel
Like I'm doing wrong?
Why does it feel
Like you don't think me
The exciting person that I was anymore?

Am I still?
Or is life telling you to pass me by..
But you just cant tell me that?
Am I still your angel?
Am I still the only one for you?

Or has someone else
Crept into your heart
And thrown mine out and replaced it?
Or is it just me feeling so alone?
Is it just because I miss you?
Is it just because I miss you being excited
To talk to me every day?

In any case... please tell me..
Even if it rips me apart...
So I can know if I have to let you go..
Or so I can know what I'm hurting
About something my heart just can't understand yet...

Please tell me..
Because God knows, I still love you~

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This was something after I read a poem I read here on DA, it was rather sad, but very touching, and when I did, this poem got into my head, and Linkin Park's - By myself was also playing while I read it, so double pounding from 2 iead and insperations. It kept on pounding till I write it down. >.< I'm sorry, you don't all have to read this.

I just had to write it, and still, post it, coze I still want to know what people think I should improve in my literature, I know I'm not very good at all, but at least I try. ^^

So don't hesitate to tell me what you think~ Thank you everyone~

Have a nice day~