"I stare at a blank page
My mind going a million miles per hour
Thinking of all the things I could write about
How about a drought?
Or a pigs snout?
What if I told you I was about to cry?
Would you say that's a lie?
I could tell you I'm trying to be happy
But that sounds a little snappy
Am I the only one who gets jealous?
Not of relationships, no.
Of friendships, but how so?
I might be acting rash
When I say this poem is trash
Or that I'm just as good as rhyming
As I am at smiling
I really wanna tell you how
My friends would have a cow
If I said I didn't believe them
When they say they love me
But how could I?
For I am me
Who would want me?
So I am going to end this awful
Unlawful poem
Before you find my scars
That stretch to mars
And I find your lies you hide
Behind those eyes."
-r.b
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AH hazard warning for how bad this is! Run while you still can- wait if your reading this that means you read my poem. Oh no! It's too late. R.i.p
That's all folks😉💞
Love, your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
