October 22, 2014
Ongoes the war.
Can't stay anymore.
Slamming the door.
I can't handle this.
Don't give me a kiss.
Don't touch me like this.
It's being alone, that I miss.
I can't handle this.
Running,
Fuming,
Stooping,
Lower, lower.
'Cause I can't handle this.
I can't handle the pain.
I can't handle the fight.
I can't handle you.
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The Poetry Of Those Unnamed
PoetryThis is self explanatory. Okay, okay, this is random bits of poetry by anonymous people who do not want to be named. I will be posting a new poem every tuesday night. If you would like to submit a poem, please private message me and it will be publi...
