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| Teen Poetry #9 |
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A Crushing Truth |
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poindexter39 New Member
since 2009-11-19
Posts 8 |
Rapid with no hesitation Like a language with no translation Like a book with no explanation You consume my heart as fast as a hawk To you I'm nothing but a dork To you my whisper is a scraping chalk While my love can stretch to the city of New York You swat me away like a little fly While the hatred you feel flows by If you only you knew That all I saw Was you Before you met me I was written off And when i spoke you'd go cough cough I was crushed to hear that since day 1 You referred to me as the ugly one |
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Stitches Member
since 2009-11-27
Posts 159United Kingdom |
I enjoy the contrast between more classical poetic features and modern-day stuff.  'I feel like an animal, and I don't think that I get it. But one day I'll see you around.' |
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