I tried to make you love me.
To be the perfect man.
I tried so hard to be all that you need.
I tried to make you love me.
To make you understand.
That you were all the world and more, to me.
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(A magical feeling.)
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I wanted nothing more,
than to be with you.
than to serve you.
to provide for you.
to worship you.
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( A magical failing)
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You called me,
simple.
without ambition.
content.
a coward.
I guess I'm not enough.
I guess I've failed again.
I guess I'll never be the one for you.
But don't stop reading yet.
Come back again, my pretty.
I think I have one more poem for you.
© 2005 veingo
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