Walter Burlock

Whats Wrong With Me

You were my first true love
I wanted to marry you some day
All that seems to be crashing down
My tear's crashing all around you

You just stand there with a smirk
Like that was your plan
How could I be so blind
There is no one that can split us up but you.

Whats wrong with me
I want to know
Please please tell me
I keep asking myself all kinds of questions

It just keeps coming back to the same question
Am I blind
Or is this love

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 18, 2009

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