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Best Poems From
YOU... DON'T... WANT ME...
(9-November-1994)
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I am a nice honest Girl
I fall asleep,
Thinking about you
Wondering if you’re,
Thinking about me to
But I am sure you,
Don’t feel the same
I am the only one,
Playing this game
Then in my dream’s
I am made to believe
That you love me
And will never leave
When we are there, you laugh
And dance and kiss me back
I am so shocked I
Nearly have a heart attack
This shock surges threw
Me and wakes me up, I try
to forget the dream, I’ve just
had, but instead I start to cry
I sit up in my bed,
And scream to the world
Why can’t I have you?
I am a nice, honest girl.
You... don't... want me...
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I hate....
I hate the sun
I hate the stars
I hate that we can’t live on mars
I hate that fear holds us back
I hate it when we attack
I hate it when we don’t have fun
I hate the man who invented the gun
I hate the war that fills the nation
I hate that no one has any patients
But what I hate most of all
Is that hate fills us all
You... don't... want me...
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LEFT ALONE
I live my life in constant fear
Wishing you were near
I have no soul, no will, no power
My life without you is a constant shower
There is no sun, no bright blue sky
There clouds cover my horizon, stretching far, wide and high
Alone in my world I can’t find the way
I just wish you had decided to stay
You... don't... want me...
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Easter with her dad
You are leaving tomorrow and although you’ll be back soon.
I’ll miss you long before he picks you up at noon.
Just when I think that I couldn’t love you anymore.
I know I’ll love you double when you walk back through the door.
I believe that our connection is held strong with our love.
I look at you and wonder are you my angel from above.
I miss you when you’re not with me, I like looking at your face.
You own a big piece of my heart and will never lose your place.
Each morning you are my first thought, and my last everyday.
My girl I get so miserable when you have to go away.
I love you, you’re amazing, and it would be an unbearable world.
If you weren’t coming home to me, because you are my little girl.
My mother wrote this poem for/about me when I was younger. I recently came across when looking through her poems and wanted to show it to the world… but that is hard, so I thought I would go for second best and publish it on poem hunter.
I LOVE YOU TO MUM
You... don't... want me...
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