realities of life and love...people always are jealous and always watching..always hurting you for their own selfish gains...the only thing thats important in life is love..yet why do we even hurt our own kind? or hurt the person that truly loves us?


Feelings

Hate is what I feel for you
I do not know you
Hurt is what I feel for him
I do not know him
I gave
I never received
I loved
I was never loved
I was faithful
Yet he was not




Poetry by *Ness*
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Written on 2006-07-03 at 22:01

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Malin Johansson
I liked this poem...
Sometimes we give so much
and doesnt get anything back
Very well written in a few lines here..
Regards
2006-07-03