Crappy High School Poetry
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My Crappy Poetry--Page One

I wrote these when I was 14.  So...be gentle.  Cut me some slack.

  How?
How many times have I looked at you
and forgotten what I wanted to say?
How many times have I thought about you
and wished that all the pain would go away?

How much have I wanted you
to feel the same way I do?
This pain is too real,
I should give up,
but I don't want to.
I wish that you could see.
My whole life is a poem, a song.
And the words are killing me.
How long have I loved you,
tell me, how long?

  Meaningless Questions
The endless echoes my emptiness creates
reach your heart in the form of poetry.
Do you hear them? Do you heed?
My tortured mind needs yours.
My empty hands need yours.
Will you deny them?
Will you forget about their existance?
Will you forget about me?
Did you already?

  Waited
Does she sit in your lap?
Does she look into your eyes?
Does she kiss you tenderly?
I wasn't courageous enough for you.
I didn't have the guts
to tell you how I felt.
But she did.
Now I know the truth:
If you wait too long,
you miss out, and you don't
get the things you long for.
If you let unspoken feelings
build up inside of you,
they'll kill you eventually.
So don't wait.

My feelings for you collect
in a pit in my stomach,
and it burns like acid.
I know you know how
I feel about you,
but you just don't care.
Please, heed my warning:
If you wait too long,
love passes you by
without a word.
But it leaves you
with the knowledge
that you waited too long.
I waited too long for you,
so now I shall be
haunted by the fact
that I waited too long.
I waited too long...



I would like to note that I came up with the line "This pain is too real" WAY before Evanescence. That is all.