My Loneliness and IA Poem by YaoooooooMy Loneliness and I By Jose M. Euvin Do you still think about me? Is my pain still tattooed in yours? How is it that you love me, And Yet You are with him! I could relate all my pain Back to you My inspiration is born In you The pain fuels my desires And I write Why does it matter If the letters were all wrong You knew exactly What I meant to say Who you find yourself with At the end of the night? I know is not me! You speak of love But do you know what love is? Can you even feel? You attach yourself to pity Trying to change the world To forget me! Maybe by fixing someone else Will make you forget What has gone wrong I welcome you to close our book Help me let you go Why do you make me relive it all again As you desire As a little boy I was afraid to be alone I figured If kept the light on Their will always be someone near As I grew up I surrounded myself around others So I wouldn’t feel alone Yet I’ve always been the loneliest soul! When I met you It suddenly changed Yet I was not too sure what that feeling was Because I never felt it before I’ve forced myself to love before But it wasn’t love It was desolate I always felt the loneliest Yet You changed my world Not knowing what I had I threw it all away Afraid to be with someone For once And Not alone How funny! When I was a kid I never wanted to be alone When I finally had the chance The chance to be with someone I chose to be alone I was afraid to loose my loneliness! My loneliness and I Have become such good friends That I was afraid to let her go So I did everything wrong To feel right once again Is funny how my loneliness Had a side Whose face I never saw before This time my word really collapsed The thing I was always afraid of Became my best friend My best friend Became my worst enemy Once I met you Yet how I’ll trade it all Just to live it once again For that brief moment I felt alive!
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14 Reviews Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorYaoooooooBrooklyn, NYAboutIf there be grief, then let it be but rain, And this but silver grief for grieving's sake, If these green woods be dreaming here to wake Within my heart, if I should rouse again. But I shall sleep, .. more..Writing
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