We say words that hold no meaning, but long ago they held the meaning they lack.
Love, what is the true feeling? Is love a thing?
Hate, do I despise you? "I hate you." should mean the same, right?
Perfect, a utopia that will never be fulfilled.
Sorry, "I am sorry for your loss." In reality I never met this said person making me not feel actually sad for their lost existence.
This was going to be a poem, but this is what happened.
I'm going to do my home work now. I hate it so much, but I am going to make it perfect so that my teacher will love me and I won't have to say sorry for not doing it.
See what I did there?
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Poems
PoésieSome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
