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what if i was a cry baby?
i guess dis is da crud i would write... ^__^

I struggle to remember,
those happy days of December.

I remember holding your hand, just behind the park.

Lips brushing lips, kissing you in the dark.

I still had not been healed,

But to protect you, in my hand my heart I did wield.

Those times were so fine,

I really hoped forever you would be mine.

Then came the day,

You broke my heart away.

I didn’t ask for whom, I didn’t ask why?

I just kept silent as you bid me goodbye.

Six months have past.

I fell in love again, but it didn’t last.

She rejected me, but I didn’t care.

My reputation had already been stripped of me bare.

I know I won’t get it back,

But I still try to attack.

I try to stay quiet,

But inside me is a riot.

Even though I don’t wanna give up now.

My mind is too tiered to even bow.

Though in this poem I may sound sad,

Being left by you has made me glad.

Cause I know now that in this world kindness still exists,
All I have to do is stop getting lost in it’s mists.