Missin' You-08 - Poem by Selena Star
I'm missin' you,
Every single day,
Though I've tried to get over you,
In every possible way.
But it just doesn't seem to work,
Because I was so in love with you,
And I don't know why since you broke my heart,
And cheated on me too.
But for some strange reason,
You're always on my mind,
From sun up to sun down,
Oh how the hours pass by.
I think of how we layed together,
That night on her bed,
And how you gained the courage to kiss me,
Though I longed for your touch instead.
I still wonder why I think of you,
Since you hurt me so bad,
I guess it's because of all that happened,
And all that love we had.
Though I still think from time to time,
If your love for me was true,
But I guess I'll never find out,
Since I told you we were through.
Everyday I think about,
How you broke my heart,
It hurts because I knew you would,
Even from the start.
I've seen you hurt other girls,
And how you crushed their dreams,
I guess I just cared for you too much,
I loved you by all means.
Now I can't even look at you,
Because a tear will form in my eye,
We will never be that perfect couple,
No matter how hard we try.
Because you will never truely care,
Especially not for me,
I'll never be your love,
And you'll never like what you see.
You'll always want to be with someone else,
Because I'm not your type,
But I'll only want to be with you,
Because no one else I will like.
I can't promise with all my heart,
That it'll always be us two,
But one thing I know is for sure,
Is that everyday I will be missin' you!
*Wednesday March 19,2008*
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