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What to do
Contributed by
Pseudoprincess
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Friday, 5th December 2003 @ 01:01:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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My mother thinks I'm wasting my time with you
I'd like to prove her wrong and the other's too
She hates to see my face light up for you
You say you want to see me but obviously that's not true
You put forth no effort to do so
Maybe I'm reading too much into this, you know
I agree it's weird that you call almost every night
you always leave me thinking that we just might....
just might, become more than friends
'Course maybe it's all one big game of pretend
I just don't understand what you're looking for
Maybe it's just me that wants more
My friends think that you're just shy
Why do i get the feeling that you're not that type of guy?
I'm falling for the lies that you're feeding
I guess I'm just fooled by your misleadings
I don't know if I can go on like this
Just think of all the things I'll miss
Passing up plans, left and right
Thinking you may want to do something, you just might
I've come to the conclusion you're all talk
Maybe it's time for me to walk
Who am I trying to fool?
I'm gonna pretend I'm not phased and play it cool
Without that call every night i don't know what i would do
When my phone rings my face lights up as i see it's you.
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2003-12-05 01:01:59]
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Re: What to do
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 5th December 2003 @ 10:53:41 AM AEST
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nice poem,when it comes to love everyones a fool the ones who play with your hurt and the ones who are easily falling for it.
the world is full of them. |
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