Think

Think

A Poem by emily rose

I sit here thinking,

thinking about us,

thinking about life,

thinking of all the bad things.

But never the good.

Then, i remember you and me

remembered how many time you hurt me,

how you made me cry just from seeing you.

Now you say I love you .I think you mean it so i say love you too

but then you were done loving me just me no one eles your saying nothings better than you. But now when i see you i want to cry. Please someone explain peoples hate for me, explain why the world hates me.

© 2013 emily rose


Author's Note

emily rose
if grammar problems ignore and change the word to the word that makes the most sence

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He says it because he want you like a chiled at a candy store he can't make up his mined and for tho few secounds he wants you bad he looks around and finds another candy that he likes better and does the same thing over I know how you feel and you just have to get him out of your life the world doesn't hate you if it hates you then it dispises me

Posted 11 Years Ago


Love this one, I feel like that all the time, why does the world hate me?

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Hey A Deep Poem How Emotions And Addiction Work, Rose!

People See That He Doesn't Love You As Much As You Deserve And Still You Love Him ...
'Cause You Love His Ways!
Match Is Important .... I Think You Love Him 'Cause He Really Knows What He Wants
And May Be You Are More Hesitant And Not Sure Of Yourself!
But You Have To Try To Make Your Own Decesions Sometimes I Guess!

Thanx!

Well All In All A Very Cool Insightful Poem, Rose!
Bravo For Your Sincerity!


Posted 11 Years Ago


emily rose

11 Years Ago

thanx

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emily rose

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