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I sometimes wonder if you
Even know I exist.
On the bad days it seems like
You don’t notice me at all,
That I’m nothing more
Than a shoulder to cry on.
In the long line of girls
Queuing up for a piece of your bed,
And possibly your heart,
I don’t even appear.
My head knows this but
My heart keeps
A flame burning
Just for you.
One day you’ll be mine.
Until then I’ll wait.
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I identify with this poem. The need for love is universal and you can't make someone love you. Unrequited love slices the heart like a knife. Well written. You've captured a nearly universal experience perfectly.
This poem exactly emotes what I'm feeling right now.But tell you what, I have refused to give my shoulder for him to cry and not letting me use emotionally.I will, am sure keep loving him though.But I pray to God that my Head rules my heart.
Good work indeed because it has the ability to touch the right chords.Loved it.
