|Teen Poetry #1|
since 1999-06-25Posts 2
Hopewell Junction, New York, 12533
She is watching...
You dream of things she could not;
Of unicorns, fairies, and flowers.
She could never dream up that.
She is dreaming up the things that make us hate;
Yet she fails to understand hate is very close to love.
It's not her fault
Nobody ever cared to tell her she was creating love.
That is why she's watching you.
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