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This is one of my more recent poems. And it is very well written. (At least I think so.) I am very proud of this peice. R&R please.
When I see you hug, I get a lump in my throat.
I want to storm over, push he away and say,
"I loved him first so back off!"
Then I remember that I have someone.
Then I remember that she is my best friend.
And I notice that you are happy.
And I want that smile to stay on your face.
So I keep quiet and stay in his arms.
And all I can think is,
'I think I still love you.'
But I keep quiet.
Forever and ever.
I just wish that it could be me in your arms.
Me that you are kissing.
Me that you are smilling at.
Me that you are loving.
But that's all I can do.
Wish and dream.
And think,
'I think I still love you.'
This is jelousy that I'm feeling, right?
This is rage that I'm feeling, right?
This is love that I'm feeling, right?
And I can't tell anybody.
I can't tell, forgive me, because I've never felt it before.
I can't tell anybody because of trust.
So I just sit here, in his arms.
Wishing it was you.
But keeping it bottled up and thinking,
'I think I still love you.'
Forever and ever.
A/N: So? How was it? I think it's a bit depressing. (Well no duh, I wrote it.) Tell me what you think. I use compliments to make myself feel better and I use flames to burn my homework and roast marshmellows.
I Think That I Still Love You
When I see you guys kissing, my blood boils.When I see you hug, I get a lump in my throat.
I want to storm over, push he away and say,
"I loved him first so back off!"
Then I remember that I have someone.
Then I remember that she is my best friend.
And I notice that you are happy.
And I want that smile to stay on your face.
So I keep quiet and stay in his arms.
And all I can think is,
'I think I still love you.'
But I keep quiet.
Forever and ever.
I just wish that it could be me in your arms.
Me that you are kissing.
Me that you are smilling at.
Me that you are loving.
But that's all I can do.
Wish and dream.
And think,
'I think I still love you.'
This is jelousy that I'm feeling, right?
This is rage that I'm feeling, right?
This is love that I'm feeling, right?
And I can't tell anybody.
I can't tell, forgive me, because I've never felt it before.
I can't tell anybody because of trust.
So I just sit here, in his arms.
Wishing it was you.
But keeping it bottled up and thinking,
'I think I still love you.'
Forever and ever.
A/N: So? How was it? I think it's a bit depressing. (Well no duh, I wrote it.) Tell me what you think. I use compliments to make myself feel better and I use flames to burn my homework and roast marshmellows.