I always wonder why
I always cry
But I guess it's because
I spent my whole life
Thinking of her
Wondering what it'd be like
To have her
I sometimes wondering where did she do
Please I really want to know
I will give anything
To know what it was
Or I mean shit!
Why are you like this
Never gave a piss
Whys that?
I should be done with trying for her
Yet I guess I'm a bit stupid
I guess I outta use Cupid
Maybe his arrow'll make her
No longer wonder
Why I've been following her
But she don't care
And that's unfair
Many may want me to not try
But I'd rather die
When I think about
Her
I can at least then holder her
In my dreams...
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
