Friday, August 20, 2010

Sometimes

Sometimes
I think I don't mean as much to you,
as you say I do.

Sometimes,
I think your not saying everything,
that needs to be said,

We say I Love You,
But sometimes
I am completely uncertain.

Sometimes I think of walking away,
from you, from this
That way, we wont have to grow
We can break

Sometimes
I feel completely alone,
and confused as to why I am with you.

But I am with you,
nonetheless

So, there must be a reason.

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