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The feeling


I wonder how much you really care,
I wonder how long you will actually be here,
I hate that fact that if I lost you my heart would tear
because finding real love at a young age is something rare.
This, is about you and I
because nobody knows how much I really did cry
and you may not believe but believe I am a different guy
but I am sure your done with giving us a try.
When your ready..... just tell me goodbye
I think I am man enough to handle the stripping of my pride.
Let's take this thing called "love" a little deeper
because a real man will never take in a girl and then just leave her.
There is a thing called REAL LOVE and I am a strong believer,
but can cupid come shooting this receiver.
this is THE WORLD we create
I know that I'm late and we can't do anything but continue to wait
checking in if I'm OK, the answer is NO but the feeling is something I fake because in my heart I feel like I'm going to DECAY
but hey I been in a judgemental world for 18 years w/ no plan to escape
but maybe one day love will come and hopefully it wont be too late.
I know we haven't met and in the lives of each other we are both a blessing
now take this as a lesson and maybe one day you will see the changes go into a positive direction,
because when we met it seemed like we were perfect and destined
we made it too far for us to just become of obsolescence
I am just glad that I found someone equally incandescent
and so lets stop now its not something we should be stressing
but I am just another person who is feeling depression,
as the heart I once had officially left my possession
and the thought of memory was something I was left in
because it became all I ever knew
I just hope one day I am loved by someone as much I LOVE........YOU!

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Mikey Hill

Hello my name is Michael I was born on Thursday of April 16, 1998 in Long Island, NY. I moved to Charlotte, NC in 2005 when I was 7 years old. I love to play sports, I love to hangout with family and friends, I love to write poetry which is pretty obvious since I am a member of a poetry website. I love to go shopping and go places with either my family or friends because they mean everything to me, I have fun with them and nothing could ever change that, but anyways I hate staying at home and I want to go to college and minor in Journalism because I love writing especially when it allows me to be me and express how I feel.

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