Sticks and stones will break my bones
and then I fall apart
I feel like I'm made of glass
And I always drop my heart
That's what I get for wearing it
just open on my sleeve
But when I try to lock it up
The one's that I love leave
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Poetry Sucks: a poetry collection
PoezjaA collection of poems written by a dingus who doesn't know how to write poetry. All of these are public domain so you can use 'em in your TikToks or on your MySpace pages. This mainly consists of: -Serious poetry -Vent poetry and, most importantly ...
