Why





He doesn't pick up my calls,
And that's so much up my nerves.
He said that he loved me,
But that's just so out for me.

Why should I care,
For a guy like him..
Whose just out to ignore me.
Why should I care for the boy...
Who doesn't care how much I love him...
But I still miss him,
Dunno why!

Comments

  1. mariposaOctober 22, 2008 at 2:06 PM

    That's such a sad poem! But I really like it - especially because I feel like I've definitely been at that place/had that feeling before.

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  2. deko and poshOctober 22, 2008 at 3:48 PM

    We agree, very sad, but we can all relate...boy or girl!!!

    L8R...Deko and Posh

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  3. *::♫♪♥'.victoria.'♥♪♫::*October 22, 2008 at 6:04 PM

    omg! i love that poem! it sounds like something my friend id going through now =)

    oh yeah, it got awkward. im gonna post about it now =)

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  4. SydneyOctober 22, 2008 at 6:15 PM

    how sad!

    but that sucks balls when it happens...

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  5. AnonymousOctober 23, 2008 at 1:37 AM

    'dunno why'

    that extract from your poem can answer your question.

    :D

    krl

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