She was beautiful in her own way.
But sadly, I thought she was "The One"
My unique nature seemed absurd to her.
Not her fault though.

I used to over react.
Didn't know what to do.
Dramatics was my field of art and
Silence- her's.
A coward- that what she called herself.
Braggart- what she called me.

She never knew how I felt.
Didn't hope that to be.
I had feelings,
Long ago though.
Now I wanted friendship.

Tried to explain that to her.
"Sorry" she thought.
And now out of oblivion, she doesn't speak to me.
And me. Being here, and no where to be.

As I sit here, wondering what the hell to do,
"Writing a poem" is all that I am compelled to do.

"Goodbye" should I say or stay just quiet.

Help me out o'readers, cause I am in need of some.

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Sorry.. nothing to write here. Just leave some votes and comments.. thats all i can ask for..
"I DONOT CARE DOESNT MEAN I CAN APPRECIATE"
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                       SH