I can't explain exactly how I feel I can't describe the pain that I have seen But still I dream that we could make a deal So what we almost had cuold start out clean I want you to tell me what I should do I want to know the wrong that I have done 'Cause I still dream that you would get the clue And realize that you are still the one Questions clog my mind all day and night Answers turn their backs and run away The look upon your face turns mind to fright You never try to hear the words I say And I still pray that you could only see That in your arms is where I want to be
Reason for writing:
I write about my life. Interpret my poetry as you will-let me know what you think.
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