(I wrote two poems this day.)
She looks so depressed
standing there, shrugging her
shoulders as if nothing really matters
anymore
can she
hear the silence that she gives out
that settled me it scares
has into me still
but right do you have
to whine
when I can't
what right do you have to be sad
and scared and mad
when I can't what right
when I have
to push those feelings down deep?
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we were exploring the attic just us brother and sister when we found a stack of coupons going through them when we saw a purple and white one he saw the words before i did before i could snatch it away but we were laughing free bras it said but if he knows about that which i know he should but does he know what else does he know?
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A poem a day
PoetryI'm writing one poem, every day. I'm actually writing them in a notebook, so I may not update every day. Just random freestyle poems.
