move onmove on. move on. move on.that's all i've ever been told.get over it. he doesn't love you. move on.you're torturing him by pursuing what you don't have.move on.he's gone, gone, gone. he will never love you. move on.but the truth is i know i should, but i don't want toi still love him so much...but i need to move on, move on, move on.
PiecesNo one wants to read of a sad,Lonely, broken-hearted girlWho wishes nothing more that to seeThe boy whom she loves smile again.She can't put down what she feels onPaper with the words the English language can offer.Not a single adjective could describe the heart-break she feelsFor the boy who never broke her heart, but mended the pieces of itWith his own.
Cradled by NatureI'd rather be cradled bynature in the woods and sleep peacefully,rather than be suspended by water in the ocean andbe lost in the flow of waves, never to open my eyes again.
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