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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Sweet Nothings
Do you truly believe I've been waiting all these years To have someone like you Make me cry these silly tears? All I had been searching for Eluded me time after time Sweet nothings ran far from me Again,I can not find. Yes, I've been waiting For someone to make me cry But alas, my dear heart, it was not you You have been denied. Long ago, my heart was stolen Years ago, it was broken And I won't live to see it mend I'll never have it whole again. raw || truth |