*UNTITLED*
MY HEART IS BROKEN,
SUCH PAIN I HAVE RECEIVED,
THE ONE I'M WITH TRICKED ME,
I HAVE BEEN DECEIVED,
SITTING UP LATE IN MY ROOM,
CRYING, TEARS IN MY EYES,
YOU SAY THAT YOU CARE ABOUT ME,
BUT YOU KEEP TELLING ME LIES,
IN THE BEGINNING I WAS FULL OF DOUBTS,
ALONG WITH MY MANY FEARS,
NOW IN THE END I HAVE THAT,
ALONG WITH MY MANY FEARS.
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 |
| ~THANKS~ | 1 | 05/19/2009 |
| IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES | 1 | 05/19/2009 |
| *UNTITLED* | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| SWEET GOODBYE | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
| AS I OPEN MY EYES | 0 | 05/19/2009 |
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