LOVE HURTS IF IT GOES WRONG
love is a two way street
one is mine the other is his or her's
two ways either will crash
and then turn into trash
it may cruble in my hand
or shurble like a dying flower
it may bloom
it may be doom
eiether way somebody is hurt
or worse
i try to find love
but never ever get it
cause i choose to
i am a abused child
who hates begin touched
by men..i hate them
(no offense guys)
they try to touch me
i say "i hate begin touched"
even to the one's i like
it is hard to let go of your feelings
even harder for a girl
like me..
lost in the world
where there is so may things
hate,love,passion.
i want passion and love
but when it faces me
i turn cold and walk away
a dude tried to touch me in the towns
i said "i hate begin touched"
but i guess he saw my real side
he said "don't lie to me"
and yes i lied...
i said "i mean it!"
after that we just talked and laughed
i hope he is reading
..for i like him alot..
but don't have the gutts..to say what i want to say
i only have one part of his name..
Darkness
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my thinkings of life and sometime poems in my big head and a chinese story that has gone dead..
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