The L-word.
You say it every day.You say it every night.
You pray I hear it.
You pray I answer.
But do I really want you to say it.
Do I really want to hear it.
I dont know anymore.
Please tell me.
I see you looking at me.
With those big eyes of yours.
Oh how I cant stand that look.
It makes me want to die.
I try to make you see.
Yet I dont want to be cruel.
I try to make you understand.
Yet I cant.
Oh how I hate that word.
That one sound.
That one impossible truth.
The L-word.
Copyright ©2007 Nyorioko.
Poetry by Nyorioko
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Written on 2007-08-29 at 10:30
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