Food
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i'm starving to death
but i don't want to eat
i look at the food
i think that it's judging me
it looks back at me
seeing me stare
i'm about to grab some
then that voice yells
"don't you dare"
i know that it's right
but it still smells so good
i cant eat the food
i'm already too fat
i look at the food again
it says
"what are you looking at"
YOU ARE READING
ash's poems
PoesíaThese are just some poems. I enjoy writing a lot so that's pretty much the extent of the situation. If you want me to write a poem for you I would be happy to so yes I'm open to request. And if you want to use one of my poems in a book then just ask...
