Tears - Poem by Kelsea Osterman
I say I'm over it. I say
I'm done. I will miss you
till you return to me, but i
shall not cry over your absence.
I now know that my love is your
lose. I was once told that you
loved me, but now you hate me.
you know i love you to much
to hate you, so you take that
as an advatage. You watch as i l
lie on the floor and cry, over the
hole that has formed in my heart.
Now that i htink of all the tears
I have cried over you. I see they
mean nothing to you. Just like
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