Teen Poetry #6 |
I'm Never Going To Win |
StellarChica Member
since 2002-07-06
Posts 207floating down a river... |
I like you far too much, Red light: I think of you. Red car: I think of you. Red eyes: Can't sleep. I'd like to grab you by the arm, Spin you around, Kiss you to death. I don't want to settle for, Second best. [but if that's what i'm offered..] Sick to death of being alone. I'd like to be rid of inhibition, And yell at the top of my lungs right in your face: "I want to be with you.. I'm aware that I'm not pretty." I wish I could scar their faces, They're not doing you any good. [I can't believe you don't realize that...] I can't believe you do this to me... |
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