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Lonely, Lonely, Lonely

I’m a lonely girl

In a lonely world

Full of loneliness

In a lonely room

How lonely can one person be?

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A Little

You know I was beginning to like you,

A little at first

Then it grew, well just a little.

Then you started to be distant,

A little at first and then some more.

Part of me hoped you were going to be it,

Part of me died when Ifound out you weren’t.

You see, no matter how little it was that I felt for you

I felt something anyway.

Haunt Me Still

Did I write a poem for you?

Does that mean that I miss you?

I don’t know how I’ll feel seeing you, if we ever get the chance to

Will I be overwhelmed?

Or will it be just that?

One thing’s for sure

Some thing inside is haunting me still

I feel fine

“I feel fine”, is what I always say

But most often, I’m really not

I feel fine, physically I do

Emotionally though, I’m really not

I feel fine, I don’t show the hurt

But I know soon I really will

I feel fine, that’s what I always say

Even when in truth I’m not

It’s A Mystery

It’s a mystery to me
On why I even entertained to feel something for you
I’d like to take it back
If only I could

I’ve given it some thought
And decided to give it some time
After which I will hold it down
Knowing that I’ve waited

I hope you realize though, that my waiting can only go so far
Because even if it may be time to let go
It would still be a mystery to me
Why I would love you still

No Butterflies

No butterflies but I know I like you
Not even the slightest touchy feeling
I check myself from time to time
But I know there really isn’t

I like being around you
The sight of you is joy to me
Being close to you is wonderful
But still no butterflies

The butterflies don’t gauge my real emotions
But I think I know why there is none of it
Because I’m afraid to get ahead of myself
When the uncertainty and the unknown
Is quite obvious

I Don’t

I don’t hold my breath when you’re around
Though your presence has always been the most wonderful sound.
I don’t feel butterflies at all
But your presence alone makes me feel ten times tall!
I don’t feel my heart skip a beat
But hearing your voice is a feeling so sweet.
I don’t think I’m in love with you, no, not yet
But maybe in the future, I think, I bet

….ever say a word
Ever say if there is something
Something that you’re feeling
Feeling anything special
Special, am I?

I don’t want to overthink
Think too much
Much to think about
And so, I wait for the faithful day

Is There?

The teasing may have stopped
But am I right to feel the feeling is there?
Am I right to assume just a little?
In your eyes, when I look at them
I see some part of me
I wonder,
Is there something there?

That moment….

…when you have to decide whether to go or not
And you feel he doesn’t want to go just yet as well

That feeling that he wants just a bit more time with you
Or maybe it’s just you wanting more time with him

Then you realize…
…he could be everything you wanted all along

The Darkest Tunnel

Find yourself in the Chaos

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