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~Free Thinking Poetry~

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[Apr. 7th, 2005|08:34 am]
~Free Thinking Poetry~


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[music |avril lavigne--happy ending]

he doesn't know how i love him,
what i'd do for him,
even if love is pain,
i feel the same,
love is believing there's someone waiting for you,
a speck of happiness just for you,
love is that one person who can make everything okay,
a smile from him brightens your whole day,
what id you think you've found somone?
who might be that one,
what if that person makes you cry?
yet still wont let you die,
is that the pain?
is he the happiness in the game?
that feeling you get when you thikn of him,
his arms wrapped around you win,
let you forget the pain,
even if it's still there just the same,
what if you think he might leave you,
what should you do?
i wish he knew what he meant to me,
what i'd do to make him happy,
i'm scared i'll lose him,
the pain would win,
things i quit would come back,
i'd take a knife to his back,
without realizing it,
meaning it,
he thinks i'd play him,
use him,
people tell me i would,
i should,
but i try not to,
i just wanted to say i love you,
then i'd be back in the beginning,
i'd be crying and regretting,
but i think i can put up with the pain,
even if there's barely any joy and so much pain,
the tears i cry,
i don't know why,
but i still put up with them,
because i still love him,
and love is pain,
but to have love you need pain.