patience
patience is a virtue
i was once told good things,
good friends even good people
never grow old in your mind,
heart or soul.
why does it take a blunt force trauma
for people to see through drama
that another mothafuka
took them through
should i treat you like shit
and be like them to.
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| love pt.II | 0 | 07/17/2009 |
| listening or hearing which 1 | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| lust | 2 | 07/04/2009 |
| love | 1 | 07/04/2009 |
| judge | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| true love | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| patience | 0 | 07/04/2009 |
| A broken system | 3 | 07/04/2009 |
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