Came Out of Tears

I came here to find you,
But you were not there.
I see you in front of me,
Not knowing where.

The dreams I’ve been having,
Like looking through glass.
I wanted to see
What came
In front of the past.

I wanted to change it,
I wanted it dead.
But it flew away from me,
And nothing was said.

Sometime I cry,
But no one sees tears.
Sometimes I feel sad,
But nobody cares.

Began with a stupid lie,
I thought I could pass it.
I made him up, thought him up,
And then something happened.

Have no friend, so I pretend,
In my mind.
I made him up, thought him up,
And feel in love.

I hold my breath,
Bite my lip,
Can’t handle more pain…
I see him in front of me,
Not knowing where.

I wrote this poem a long time ago. Me meaning under the nickname of Tatiana Grotter.

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1. Libbie says:

   o i remember when you sowed this to ms. shylan
   lol
   she was right, its sad
   but really good nonetheless
   i love the ryhme scheme