Painful Love

Painful Love

A Poem by Death Stalker

Dancing with you is always fun,
because it's just you and me.
Dancing the night away,
dancing for eternity.
Just happily chatting away,
while hopping and sliding around.

But then, I come back to my room,
only to realized I've dream it again.
and again and again.
No matter when I've seen this girl
in real life, it pains me so bad
because I know this girl will never go out
with me.

I tried my best, I even asked her out
but I always get rejected. Always the same answer
"You're too thin, you got ugly teeth,
you're too pale, you cut yourself,
and you always isolate yourself."

But you're wrong, I am thin
only a single tooth is slightly crooked,
I am not pale, I am slightly tanned.
But yes, I do cut myself,
and isolate myself,
but have you ever thought that perhaps
just perhaps,
you could change my life?

But no, you rather go away from me,
dating random boys to keep me away.
Don't you know, that I don't care
if you don't love me, if you think I'm ugly.
But fear not, you will always be mine...
in my dreams, not this pathetic world full of life...

Real life is torture, Dream is paradise.
I rather dance with you in my dream,
than to be spit at by you, with your
hatred against me.

© 2012 Death Stalker


Author's Note

Death Stalker
Kinda a random poem, kinda old too, it was made some year ago when I was a freshman liking one of my classmate.

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I liked how you ended this. Some people dont realize what theyre missing when they reject a person. They never know what could be. I liked this poem. Good work :)

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Death Stalker
Death Stalker

Tucson, AZ



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I like to write, any story that lurks into my mind. I've been writing as long as I can remember. It all started with nothing to do, it was nighttime... I was sleeping, I have a vivid dream, that ta.. more..

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