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Nadia DeLevea Oct 2013
He makes me want to smile,
I hope he stays awhile.
For him I'll always care,
My heart with him I long to share.
I hate when we're apart,
For it tears at my heart.
But for him I have to fight,
I'm holding on with all my might.
My respect makes me weak,
Strength I'm longing to seek.
Why must I be the one to fight?
If he loved me back I'd be in his sight.
He gives me butterflies,
The moment he's in my eyes.
I've never felt these things before,
With myself I am at war.
I want all of his love,
But I ponder why others I should be above.
I don't want to think of a future without him,
I think I'd live isolated atop a mountain.
My future with him looks grim,
For her he flees for her smallest whim.
It is killing me to see the same love in his eyes,
As I have for him for a girl I despise.
I don't want to let him go,
But I hate living in this stupid limbo.
I want to make him love me,
But the pain he's caused me this last year I cannot see.
I cannot give him away,
Together forever I wish we could stay.
Why did he have to tease me with his love,
Then unfairly dismiss me as soft as dove?
My love for him is so strong,
I am dying being strung along.
Why can't I just let him go?
They told me I'd reap the seeds which I sow.
Your Nonexistent Love™  By Nadia DeLevea
Nadia DeLevea Oct 2013
Confusion, so much confusion.
Can't remember what I've seen,
What I've heard, where I've been.
I don't know what I want,
I'm lost in this unfair world.
I'm tired, I'm lonely, I'm broken.
I cannot remember,
And I'm truly sorry...
But do not be angry with me,
For I'm frustrated enough.
It's a constant battle,
Everyday is growing more difficult.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What have I become?
I am nothing more than I liability,
A burden to all those whom I love.
I understand if you do not have the patience to care for me,
For who could love someone who cannot remember the simplest of life's tasks.
My memories are fading,
I'm living in limbo, in a constant fear of the future I know will come.
Because how can I face the future without the knowledge of my past?
Life In Limbo™  By Nadia DeLevea

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