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Fixing ItSometimes I sit and shutter afraid to even think. As the days grow so near I draw close to the brink. For the time for losing you bring tears to my eyes. For you only see the bad and never see my tries. That's when I start to push away I don't want the pain. Then my heart starts to explode when I speak your name. And when I try to tell you exactly how I feel. The Fantasies' that fill my mind become so very real. If I could just remember to say that which is true. I'd hold you close and whisper sweetheart, I love you. But you can't hear that whisper you're blinded by bad tries. The sadness overwhelms me tears pour from my eyes. Now what am I supposed to do I have her heart to mend? If I can't fix this dying love I'll have lost ed my friend. I hope you see my trying I know it's not so good. Hold me kiss me one more time tell me that you could. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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