Seeking a will,
Seeking a way.
Way to be strong,
Way to fight.
Finding nothing in return.
Everything I do,
Is for you.
I try for you.
You.
Why?
The chance is little,
My mind wont accept.
I hate myself,
For loving you.
I look into your blue eyes,
And I see myself staring back.
I know the pain, the hurt.
I know the act, the smile.
The fake, smile.
When tears stream down your face,
Stinging,
Those blue crystal eyes,
Turn green.
That blade pressed up against your skin,
Every night,
The strength you have,
Not to.
The beauty,
The power you have.
You dont see.
You dont see how much you mean to me,
You dont see how strong you are,
You dont see anything.
Positive.
>>> Not really a poem... i dont know... just words I suppose.... to someone very... special to me<<<
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