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    You

    I can't sleep,
    I think of you and I weep.
    I'm trying to cut loose from you,
    but keep on getting pulled back.

    Everytime the cool wind blows,
    I close my eyes,
    wanting to be taken away.
    I'm trying not to think of you.
    Why wind why,
    no matter how much I try.

    Why must I think of him,
    why must I dream of him.
    Hw do I reacll every detail,
    every memory stains my soul,
    i'm losing my control.

    I fade into my darkness,
    drifting into sadness,
    gliding into pain.
    So effortlessly with ease,
    you dance within my mind.

    Taunting me, teasing me,
    your eyes and your smile,
    your laugh and your kindness.
    Longing for you with all my heart,
    wishing and dreaming you were here
    when you're really nowhere near.

    Please come back to me,
    tell me you still care.
    You are my strength,
    you are my power.

    I think of you and I weep,
    I never can sleep.
    Why you?

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    Lunabella commented on You

    01-26-2011

    "Gentle breeze blows, Dancing with a girl's pain, Nobody knows, Oh, no not again, Blood flows freely, Poor girl, being stupid yet silly, All because of a guy, Mask of innocence and so very shy, It made our poor little girl cry, Girl puts her face to the wind and screams, "why?" The wind dances, Her hair prances, As her blood flows, Nobody knows, Yes, it happened again, Poor little girl's broken pain...." -Luna

    brandon commented on You

    03-12-2009

    i feel tha same alot of the time

    DeepEclipse commented on You

    03-12-2009

    strong emotion in this piece. honestly exposing yourself. well written

    dahlusion commented on You

    03-01-2009

    Beautifully composed and perfectly laid out in stanza. Love your poetic sadness.

    gabbzz commented on You

    02-11-2009

    I CAN REALLY RELATE TO THIS POEM IT ROCKzz!! ~!*GABBzz*!~

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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