Crystal Castro

(06-09-1983 / Tacoma Washington)

So In Love


I thought he really love me
I thought our love for one another would never die
for all the times he's mean to me
it really makes me cry

I wish that one day he would understand
the way I feel
and figure out that my love for him
is the love that he had to steal

people say he isn't right for me
but they just can't see
the deep lovin him
that I have always seen

I love him dearly
I hope we never part
but for right now
here I sit with a broken heart

all alone
in this room so cold
I sit here in the corner
trying to be bold

I go outside
look at the stars above
and be happy about why
with him I'm so in love

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013

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Written Oct.27,1997

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