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What you tell meI tell you I love you, And you say you love me too. Then you tell me you don’t want to be with me, That you want to single and free. But all the things you say don’t add up in my head, So I write it all down but all answers remain dead. I keep seeing you in the hope we can work it out, But I just end up more confused and drowned in doubt. You tell me you want to see the world with me, But that I don’t feature in your plans to find out who you want to be. I used to believe that love conquered all, But now I see I was just being a fool. I thought love meant sWhat you tell me
by ~Roopen
Love is . . .Love is . . .Love is . . .
Beyond my reach
I can see it, But no matter how far I stretch, I can’t hold it, So I’m left clinging to the hope That one day it’ll come to me. But I can’t just sit around and wait, So I go out and search And come back empty handed. All my time spent trying to reach out But when I close my hand it grasps nothing. Pulling my empty hand back towards me, I stare at it unbelievingly. How can I have failed again? What did I get wrong this time? Is there any point trying or should I just give up? I should, but I don’t, I just tighte
by ~Roopen
UntitledI’m trying to keep myself together So I can help you through I hold it all in, box it all up Lock it down and throw away the key I block you out to stop you from getting inside I don’t want you to see how broken I am But I don’t know how long it’ll be before you start to see the cracks How much longer I can go without breaking down in front of you Everyday I try to make myself better Try to be positive and take control But by the time I lay my head down, I’m battered and worn, the stuffing knocked out And my tears wash me away to a broken and fitful sleep All the whUntitled
by ~Roopen
Trying to move onI’ll still think of you when lightning flashes down from the skyTrying to move on
And the thunder booms across the world. I’ll remember you when I see a butterfly floating along on a summers day, Knowing that everyone will smile when they see it. I know it won’t be the same without you at the festival but I’ll still be there. I’ll step back and watch on proudly as you find your fame and fortune, Holding our memories in my head, but not letting them rule me. I’ll stop living my life by your actions and stop breaking inside by your words. I’ll move on and force my own path through the rocky road without you, &nbs
by ~Roopen
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