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By Rawan Z

I wrote this poem awhile ago in high school and I decided to post it here. It's not the best but tell me what you think. If you have any suggestions or any ideas, feel free to expand.

So many times, I lay on my bed
my thoughts drift around you inside my head.
Tossing and turning, wondering what am I to do,
thinking about you, oh if only you knew.
12 o'clock to 2 o'clock, oh how time flies by,
why must you hurt me? Why must i cry?
Cry myself to sleep with a feeling in my gut,
that tomorrow will be just like before but,
what hurts me the most is that we'll never be,
be part of a pair, baby both you and me

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Created: Jan 20, 2010

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