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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1087318
2 poems i wrote
as he looks at a world so cold and so dreary
he thinks to himself that his heart has grown weary
when suddely he see's her walking down that street
he grows so excited that his heart skips a beat
and as he watches her his heart fills with joy
but suddenly he realizes where she staring at that boy
as he watches her kiss her prince so passionate
his heart drops and tears flow at the sight of it
he watches this girl he loves with her one true flame
and realizes that he has fllen victim to the game
this love is unjust and the scars run so deep
that love is to him like slaughter to sheep
so he lays in his bed staring at the ceiling
and cant seem to find gis lifes true meaning
if loves is not for him then what can he do?
but sit here and stare with his heart torn in two



she puts on her make up
she paints her nails
she does her hair
he breaks her shell

she tries to lie
tryes not to care
but then she realizes
true loves fare

she trys to change
to open her heart
but its too late
she broke him apart

and he cannot love
one who destroyed his dreams
his heart's become cold
his blood it streams

then one day
to her surprise
the boy falls from above
wich leads to his demise

and now she regrets
how she wsted her time
to be with her one
she lays there and cries

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