Hands are shaking,
Heart is breaking,
Insides dying,
yet still I'm crying.
Waiting for the perfect squeal,
to tell him how i really feel,
He looks at me, & i look back,
I still love him, yes that's a fact.
Even if he doesn't care,
Neither do I, but I'm still scared.
Both pairs of eyes are focused hard,
Letting down my last regard.
If only he'd tell me what He feels...Ouch!
Like a paper cut.
A paper cut can bleed & bleed,
Until it gets it's one true need.
A bandage,although,casn never fix.
No not four, nor five or six.
A Broken heart will last forever,
Until its dream guy makes it better!
iiHatedTeen Community Member 
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