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Poetry

Sometimes you feel happy. Sometimes you feel tired. Sometimes you just feel dead to the world. What gets you out of bed in the morning?

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by StarKnox

by StarKnox

--------------------STICKS AND STONES------------------

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words, your words, they will never hurt me.

You spit at me your wickedness and thow your rocks if hatred, but they can't erase my smile.

I walk into a room will with loneliness and gloom, but that can't erase my smile.

You shout words of anger and strike with your fist of fury. It may hurt for a little while, but you still can't erase my smile.

I'll just sit up straight, my head held high, and say, "sticks and stones may break my bones, but ha, your words will never hurt me."

You say to walk over me. You and your posse, but you all still can't erase my smile.

I may seem weak and helpless and hey, your pain may be my gain, but ah, you still can't erase my smile.