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sitting with you on the porch steps
i asked if you would ever love me
i already knew the answer
but i had to ask anyway
it's better to hear you say it
keeps me from getting my hopes up
one of these days i'm going to realize
what a let down it really is

I like it, a lot. I feel like writing now.

thanks

I wish I could write.

I wasn't born with that talent.

I can write. Stories and stuff like that. But not poetry.

wrong again
never believing in yourself
never knowing yourself
never realizing yourself
right again

and you'll be there
you'll be there