Number Eight

This is a poem to you Chris, it has a line or two from your's. So here read it, please comment...
You say you can't speak without the hate,
and that it never ends like them number eight.

All I can believe,
is that this is all just make-believe.

That this is just a night mare,
that we happen to share.

You say you want me to think you as dead,
this I can't believe you just said.

Forever you want me to leave you alone,
forever you want me to forget about you,
these things I can not do.

But for now I can try,
even though I may cry,
even though I may die.

I will always be there for you,
no matter what you do,
and yes this is true.

By Chayne Nixon
Published: 10/8/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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