it seems so cliche
to write about tears,
but it's what i feel,
what i fear

they pour down my face
just like a river,
they give me goosebumps
make me shiver

even though it's over,
i still wish there could be us
feel all that care
all that trust

i keep hoping it will be you
when i pick up the phone
but the deed is done,
the seed has been sown

all that i wrote in this poem is true,
even this last line:
i love you

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Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its
pupils. -Louis Hector Berlioz

But don't we all hate poems we wrote when we were 12?

I CRINGE at mine.

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Don't stop.