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Crumbling
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Crumbling |
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SlimMorrison New Member Posts 7 |
It seems my world is crumbling down And I'm left standing as the sad clown The two I loved so much Figured they'd had enough Oh how I miss their touch My armor and shield really aren't that tough Wow one of my biggest bluffs I feel... I feel like my hands are cuffed Making me want to pull out these tufts, of hair And try to forget about that pair I can't with all the memories we share God how much more can I bare Oh the one next to me Maybe she'll be best for me The way she moves So sexily But I fear for the brevity With no levity I will miss the ecstasy The pair brought to me They still want to talk to me? It's time for me to turn my back Face a new direction Hit the sack And forget about perfection I'll be back Without fear of rejection |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The ending of this poem, Slim, sounds like the right thing to do. ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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Ari Squire Member Posts 488 In The Phallus Lane |
Yep. I agree with Jerry, Slim. More feelings and fewer words please |
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