There's a place in my heart, waiting to be filled. But I can't find a donor. When I fill my heart up, it just spills. I end up crying in the corner. I always give love to him. But never recieve. He brings my heart down to a dim. He must think I'm nieve. I tried to hide the feelings I have. He saw right through me. I feel like I've been stabbed. But he just let me be. Although he hurt me so much. I still love him and long for his touch.
Reason for writing:
A boy named, Chris, I really liked him. And thought he liked me.
So, I wrote him this note. Saying how much I love him and cared
about him. After I gave him the note, He wouldn't talk to me.
And still won't. I know it's because I'm fat. And he broke my
heart. I really cared about him, and he ended up not caring about
me and it hurt me. So, thanks to Chris for making most of my poetry
work. He's was and is my insperation.
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