I don't Know What To Do

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I don't Know What To Do

I'm in love with someone who don't care if I'm excited I do my best to make her happy but I guess I'm working for the evil when I looked at myself in a mirror I see I really love her but the question is did she love me a little bit if she don't love me who else who's going to love in this world if that don't work my final decisions is going to be " I was born in this world alone I was brought up alone I live alone and I'm going to die alone in my misery bed. To start a day you have to have hope for the day but my hope is to watch the wind blow from west to est from north to south looking what's make the day perfect for me but the bad thing is the wind is crossing over my head but the only thing it bring me is durst from five feet away from,for a while I think I was bleeding inside but It was my heart who said it can't anymore with that situation the day in day I'm thinking who's going to love me that much to make heart happy.when I wake up in the morning I wish I could fine a good morning from her to start my day when I saw her in the middle of morning I wish I could give her a kiss without a ending to make my day but I'm afraid she might be mad for that but I wear a mask in my face every morning to make her think I'm happy to make her think I'm fine but inside me it's like a tornado it's bleeding it's one fire because no one want my good heart and it's burning like Hell I don't know what to do because she doesn't give me a good impression she love me I would stop and start for another one who care about me but I know what I left but I don't what I'm going to take,than I don't see nobody who want that heart if I do that I see I'm going to chase the wind everyday and everyday the wind going to slap me with a different durst in that case I'm going to stay home wait until the day of my death on my bed of misery. I'm going to be alone yes I'm going to be alone until the rest of my days.

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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

shultz’s Poems (19)

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