tcmiller

Does she know how I feel? Does she know that it's real? Does she know that I won't heal? Such an opportunity I just missed. For my lips wish to be kissed. That one time she confessed to me, It opened my eyes; I could see, But I'd been replaced with another he, My chance has come; my chance has gone, I'll never love another one. Hopes are dashed and dreams will fade, Fallen to the evil shade, Not one more promise will be made, If only I'd experienced this feelings before, Then I wouldn't be feeling lower than the floor. A lot of the time I feel confused, Lost; unwanted; socially abused, Why am I always in a morbi