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What Happened To The Words?
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Poems Analyze, but realize there isn't enought air.
As if you'd listen anyway...all I do is wonder
what happened to the words?
the ones that I have learned just especially for you?
I'll practice almost constantly
to form the phrase, but easily
I always seem to let it go
as if it weren't important.
I often wish I could remember
what I said that late November
to catch your eye, to make you fall.
Moments like this now I recall.
It seems to me that when I reach
I find that you always run away.
You will never want to stay although I think you will.
Analyze, then realize there aren't enough treasures
in my eyes or in my heart to keep me here till summer.
But often times I know it all-
the hatred you've become.
What's the reason for my hope?
Simple methods to help me cope.
Sometimes I cry at night, or in the morning or after lunch.
I accept no excuse for pain.
I question if I'm still sane.
Step back to look and see it all, if it was all that real.
I know I made a big deal, but that's the way I like it.
What happened to the words that I
was always trying to memorize?
I've given up, yet still curious.
Analyze and realize all the lovely words that you
mustered up to spit my way.
The ones you must have plagerized
and fooled me that you sympathized with my longing soul.
Love, pain, and memory will drift with time, hopefully.
Can't take the loneliness anymore; sometimes I wish I'd die.
Can I give a heart that's used?
One that's cold and one that's bruised.
Is it wrong to try again?
