They sat there grinning,
As though they hadn't been sining.
Thinking of ways,
To turn a smile to haze.
They were known by all,
Popular, not at all small.
They strut down the hall,
Looking for one person of all.
A small, shy anxious girl,
Who they'd take for a whirl.
Their egos so big and flared,
No similarities were shared.
These two sides,
One true, the other filled with lies.
One side would dominate and rule,
While the other was soft and true.
Some went without a care in the world,
While others withered with feared, curled.
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The Poems Of Me
PoesíaPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
