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Cleo Blue Poems
To be me
If Aphrodite cast a spell All would be well in my heart My voice rings out like a church bell
I'm sorry, but thats just me.
Im clingy And insecure Im moody My emotions at war
Loving you was never a mistake
I didn't know what to say The day that you went away Tears fell my heart did break But loving you was never a mistake
I stand out. I'm not normal. I try to fit in, By not being myself.
You are where My heart begins You Always leave me wondering when
I felt my heart break as i walked away I want you to come back But thers nothing i can say I can only listen
As I Am
As i said, I am broken, As i said, I am down,
Everyone.... Except me...
Everyone seems happy, Everyone except me. Everyone seems to fit in, Everyone except me.
So many painful things
Life Cuts like a knife And you Sting me like a bee
I am falling, For you again. my voice it's calling, Screaming your name.
To forget you[! ]
Did you really love me? Why did you leave me! I don't know how to go on with my life anymore... Cuz whats it for?
Try to save me
Im drowning to fast For you to rescue me Everytime i go under They when another victory
A four leaf clover
You know a patch of clover Trying to find a for leafed one Finding one before the search is over But then some how... they're gone
When i asked if youre ok Everything you say Is not the truth
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To be me
If Aphrodite cast a spell
All would be well
in my heart
My voice rings out like a church bell
Its like a play and ive forgotten my part
Ive forgotten what to do
Cuz im not standing beside you
I guess i have to write my own lines
While You sit there with your cheeses and you wines
But your not even the director of this play
So how can you tell me what to say?
How can you tell me what to feel?
While im still trying to figure out if what i feel is real....
How can you tell me....
To be me?