Teenage Anger

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Her hazel brown eyes
Her button-like nose
Her brown bushy hair and
Sunlight shining on her tanned skin
My heart races from within

Her beautiful lips
Curves into a smile
Her two teeth peep from inside
Her cheeks go red
Her face suddenly gets bright.

But she isn't looking at me now
It's him, that boy
My heart doesn't feel right.

She walks away from me
To hold his hand
He kisses her forehead and
Hugs her tight.

My heart breaks and trembles
It bursts and explodes
With anger and jealousy
It wants to take a spade
And bang it on his head
Break his skull and bury him alive
Just so I could make her mine.

My heart is a fool
Which knows who to not love
Yet it beats faster
Everytime she comes near.

Her voice
Her smell
Her presence
Her laugh
Her jokes
Her essence
And her shine
Makes me want to make her mine.

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