Its Ok
Just when am I going to give up?
Even though I try, I just can’t
Every time I talk to you
I can’t help but feel sad.
Because no matter how hard,
you don’t notice.
It’s ok,
I’ll keep on staring from a distance.
This love of mine
I will never tell.
I won’t keep you from the one you love
It’s ok.
Originally posted on September 30, 2008
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| So long… | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| HAPPY-ness | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Brand New Dream | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| All the days | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Expect the unexpected | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Live Life | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| ‘Cause love’s like this | 0 | 09/13/2010 |
| Hello and Goodbye | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| I really want to die | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| My One-sided Love | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| au cœur brisé | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Its Ok | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| I Love You | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| Bitter Ending | 1 | 08/11/2009 |
| Is this Love? | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
| In Search for Love | 0 | 08/11/2009 |
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