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Everytime I close my eyes,
I can see you with her.
It's time to face the facts,
it's over.
I can't go back and fix it.
I see you with her,
I die a little inside.

Because what's the point,
of taking my next breath,
if you don't care I'm breathing.
What's the point of living,
if you don't care that I'm alive.

But I know it's all my fault.
I made the mistakes.
But if you knew the tears I've shed,
and how much I want you back,
then maybe you would realize.
that I mean what I say.

I was just seaking perfection.
But what's the point of wanting that,
if you allready have it,
with her.
This is a poem I wrote after a really bad break up with my ex. um...basically it's just all the pain i was feeling...i had my heart broken...and unfortunatly that is usually my greatest inspiration.
tm24fan Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2006  Hobbyist Photographer
Very well written, I like it. Sucks what the inspiration was though :hug:
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