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What do you do when you've reached your end
Writing down words you don't have courage to send
Confusion and frustration, feelings familiar
They've now become a learned behavior
Wishing, wanting, needing, crying
What's the point in all of this
Why can't it just be the way it was
All of the things you miss
When is it okay to be selfish
When is the hurt just enough
I'm lost in a whirlwind of emotion and confusion
All of this from the broken promise
All I wanted was just a simple recognition
For the words that have been spoken
To have some meaning
Maybe expectations are far too high
and all I needed tonight was a damn good cry
posted by Katie @ 2:03 PM
1 Comments:
Wow. Excellent poem.
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