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Crying Love
He loves me, he loves me not
These words will never be forgot.
I love him, he loves me not
These words will torment me
And shake my soul.
Finally I became used to the loneliness
Finally handling being alone
Finally stopped trying to be loved
And just to love myself!
Finally, when all was accomplished,
It was that very final day
You appeared.
You had been there before,
But this time you appeared
In a new way
A way that appeared more than friendly
You appeared to love,
My love.
I cry
You may be impossible.
The past
My past
Your past
These pasts prevent us.
Alone
We
As separates
Long for love.
We
Alone
As separates
Need love.
We
Alone
As one
Could be love.
I need your love
But now
All alone
I hope I appear to you
Not as your friend
But appear to you as love,
Your love.
(Sigh)....I like this one. I wonder though, what happened to this one? Your style changes in mid course as if you are somehow made different by the one you speak of. I hope that he has not hurt you like all the rest seem to do. Although, I know he has. In these moments we often see things differently, but at the heart of all, the feelings tend to be the same.