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011. Poems 003.
Hoping, but knowing better
I’ll never show you how much you’re hurting me,
I’ll never show you the tears that I cry for you when I’m alone,
I’ll probably never show you what I feel for you,
Because you won’t understand,
I’m wondering if you ever knew real love,
If you know that horrible and at the same time amazing feeling,
If your heart ever starts beating faster when a girl walked in the room,
And you just couldn’t keep your eyes from her,
I hope, someday, I’ll be that girl,
But I know, I’ll never be.
Cry
Crying ‘bout unrequited love always seems weird to me.
Why would you cry for someone who won’t cry for you?
I wasn’t able to give the answer, and I’m still not able to.
But crying ‘bout unrequited love doesn’t look weird to me anymore.
A little part of me had accepted that he will never love me, that part of me has accepted to be alone.
But there’s a big part of me that’s happy when he smiles at me.
And I know I will be crying my heart out at the end of the day,
When I’ll realize he will never love me.
He
He makes me laugh when he’s near, just about stupid things.
He makes me miss him when he’s away, without even knowing.
He makes me restless when he’s not here, and I’ve realized I’m looking for him all the time when he’s not around.
Some days he’s very annoying and he makes me want to hit him,
And just when I think I’m over him,
He starts to act nice.
Than he’s sending me nice messages, or giving me sweet compliments.
You know, everything would be a lot easier if you could chose your crush.
There would be less more pain, or crying ‘bout unrequited love.
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Het enige wat ik er eigenlijk op aan te merken heb is dat dit misschien geen gedichtjes meer zijn maar hele korte engelse verhaaltjes. Als je echte gedichten wil maken moet je de zinnen misschien wat korter maken en een rijmschema vasthouden. Anders zou je ze moeten laten rijmen. Voor de rest is het echt heel goed
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Ehm...
Ik ga stoppen met gedichtjes. Die van jou zijn beter. Ik krijg er gwn een minderwaardigheidscomplex van
Het was je eigenschuld
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