How could you forget about us.

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    How could you forget about us.

    i could tell you, but its just no use.
    You already know what i'm going through.
    You say you've thought of me, yet you run over me.

    Why do you do this to me?
    Over, and over, and over again!
    For as long as i can remember all i seem to see are the times you've watched me cry.
    And it started out so wonderful in the beginning, but something happend.
    it fell apart, and for who knows how long we can undergo.

    Its weird to think at the start of it all you were the one to brighten my day because you were so sweet, and filled with so many surprises..
    To progress to the beat of it all...
    The lies,no time,and no shoulder to lean on.
    Hmmm, we've come so far have we not?

    But, its nothing to be proud of..
    nothing i can write to home about.
    nothing to keep my smile up=)
    :/ its nothing.

    We say we're fine.
    i should never say i'm happy.
    i ask if your happy with me.
    And, you respond with a "if you dont ask me a million times".

    My life is irresponsible.
    And your just the beginning.

    I feel as though i'm living the single world, and i'm tired of it.
    This is supposed to be a relationship...so why do i feel like i don't have one?
    why is this time your choosing to spend with others or no one.
    Not even me?!???
    And your mad because of a game...A game i ask you to stop the play and listen to me.
    You yell and say don't ask me again we're not talking about this.
    Anger, ignorance, and ambition to finish what's important to you.....
    Sad to say, its never me.

    Our love used to mean so much.
    You were the one that fell in love with me.
    You said it. We conquered it.
    And now it seems as though we're failing at it.
    Something went wrong.

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    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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