My spirit is low...
why does it have to be so...
I was cheery and not weary...
why must I always blur things out?
why must my feelings always pout?
my dreams usually come true..
but why cant my dream of having a mate
come true??
I must have scared him off
with my spirit and feelings coming out...
I never know how to say things..
they just come out.
I never have luck with guys
in which I hate the most...
I'll never get to experience being loved
by someone else.
one of my dreams will never come true
and with that...I wont try anymore!
Alex D. 2-6-06
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The Ballad of Fly
PoesíaA combination of the author's poetry in one single spot. Some poems have mature content while others are silly poems that were created for a writing class the poet attended during high school. Enjoy!
