

I told you soI take it,I told you so
and I take it. You pointing out my faults. I'm wrong, and you tell me. Your always there, to say I told you so. But this time, it wasn't me. I wasn't wrong. There was no fault to me. It was you. And I let you know. But you can't admit it. Can't fathom, that it could possibly be you. You get angry. and insult me. And I take it in stride. Because I know, your wrong. When it's me, I apologize. When its me, I do what I can to make it right. But this time its you. And you blame ever


CondemmedYou look at me, I see the disgust in your eyes. I stop, frozen in your stare. a sneer across your face. You hate me, and you don't even know me. You say its choice. I don't remember getting another option! I am who I am. I am true to myself, and for that, I am condemned. Your staring me down. Fire in your eyes, tears in mine. You make me ashamed, to be myself. Ashamed to show love, ashamed to be happy. You make me wish, I was anyone but me. And I am broken, when I hear that one word cross your lips, bCondemmed


Every time you make me cryI see it. The tension building. I hear it. The muttering under your breath. They make you mad. Like I knew they would. I warned you. Tried to make you see. But you ignore me. And I was right, your angry. Aggravated. And I'm now your target. Why? Because I tried to tell you? Or because I'm here? Your supposed to care. Supposed to not want to see me cry. Your a walking contradiction. Every time, you make me cryEvery time you make me cry


She is beautiful, isn't she?I hear what you say to her. She is beautiful, isn't she? She can fulfil your wildest dreams, and then stomp them to pieces. You love her, she hurts you. Then you move to the next. While I'm invisible. I'm the friend. The buddy, the pall. But not the lover. Not the one you call beautiful. I have to be there, every time another breaks your heart. Hoping, one day, you would realize..... I would be the one who never would.She is beautiful, isn't she?
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It is an act of imagination to live differently from everyone else.
It must have been the coffee. ~ Jack Soo
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran
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It is an act of imagination to live differently from everyone else.
It must have been the coffee. ~ Jack Soo
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran
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"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb"
"What a stupid lamb"
"What a sick masochistic lion"
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It is an act of imagination to live differently from everyone else.
It must have been the coffee. ~ Jack Soo
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran
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"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb"
"What a stupid lamb"
"What a sick masochistic lion"
--
It is an act of imagination to live differently from everyone else.
It must have been the coffee. ~ Jack Soo
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Kahlil Gibran
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"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb"
"What a stupid lamb"
"What a sick masochistic lion"
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There is nothing you cant achieve, as long as you put your heart and soul into your tasks.
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