Im Here

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    Im Here

    you used to hold Me In your arms.. you used to keep me safe..

    Now you've let go, & i dont Know why.. I send you Letters, Notes & stuff

    To show that i love you.. but thats Not enough.

    You now always tell me that nothing is ever good enough for me...

    But all i wanted was you to send a note, or letter you see..

    You Only say I love you If I say it first...

    God if you only Knew how that hurts....

    You say your listening,, But you still wont hear...

    I dont want sex... i just want to hold you near...

    i need to feel that love inside...

    Instead i feel abandoned... please tell me why...

    Ya i sleep all day because I know...

    your on the damn ps2..

    Then while I sleep will You join??

    No you wait its Me you avoid...

    I ask & plead for you to Pay attention to me..

    You Look at me & tell me it cost money you see...

    I DONT want that money.. i Just want YOU!

    To write that letter like you used to do..

    Telling me how much you care.. telling me How

    You'll always be there..

    you one told me that without me this House was no home....

    So Now why do i feel so alone..

    You stopped making my heart Fill with Joy...

    Now I cry more then laugh

    I Just want to hear you once again....

    i just want it to be the same...

    I need you to comfort Me...

    cant you tell Im going insane??

    wont you even out the score???

    you want sex... i need something more...

    I feel like thats all we do

    thats why at times i ignore you..

    Be Like you used to.. i know you can....

    I'll be here forever Holding your hand...

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    kdarcy commented on Im Here

    12-05-2009

    Here, there and everywhere is just not good enough for some people. You hold love most highly in its truest form ... on the inside, from the inside. be well, k

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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