My Spoken Word
six feet underground
And I was living a lie, But I won't fall for it next time.
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I'm a poet of words unsaid.

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My everyday words.
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October 2007
November 2007
January 2008
December 2008
January 2009
February 2009
March 2009
Monday, October 8, 2007
Rewind



Why did you talk to me?
I thought you were nice.


Why did we become friends?
I thought you were fun.


Why did you tell me jokes?
You laughed at the silliest ones.


Why did we spend so much time talking?
We used to have a lot to talk about.


Did you know I made songs for you?
You did? I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to hear them.


It made me remember you whenever I sing them.
Does it hurt you? You shouldn't anymore.



I want to.
Why?



I want to tell you.
Why can't you?



I don't want us to stop being like this.
It won't change. I promise.



You told me that before.
I did?



Do you think I'm pretty?
I do... I think.


I laugh because I think you're handsome.
You do? Is it funny?



It makes me smile.
It does?



I'm slowly falling.
Really?



Will you catch me?
I'll think about it.



Do you like me?
Are you worth it?



I wish I never asked.
I wish you never asked.



Are you still there?
I am.



But things changed, didn't they?
Yeah... they did.



Now I wished we never met.
Now I wished those things remained unsaid.



Do you love me?
In reality, I wish we never met.

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