i find it hard to believe that you can't breathe
when you've done nothing to excite me
and i find it a little hard to imagine you
swooning over me with nothing better to do
i'm sure i could convince myself
that you're still a part of me
i'm sure i could persuade my mind
into convincing me i'm not lonely
i could sit here waiting for a day or two
knowing i'll never hear a word from you
i find it depressing to know that i'm alone
keep calling and calling but never answer your phone
i find it a little hard to see what they all see
telling me facts that make me question what i believe
i'm sure i could convince myself
that you're still a part of me
i'm sure i could persuade my mind
into convincing me i'm not lonely
i could sit here waiting for a day or two
knowing i'll never hear a word from you
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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