GabriellaSaunders
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This is not a poem, it's a cry for help
This is not a poem if it can't be felt
This is not a poem for you to tell
This is my poem. This is my hell.
This will be the end of me
This is the sway of the willow tree
This was the way that you looked at me
These were the lies that my fear set free
This is not a poem, this is a love song
I'm head over heels for all that is wrong
I'm head over heels  for the straight and narrow
For the path I can't take; for the blood and the marrow
This is the rumble, the fall, and the tumble
This is the candid, the lost and the stranded
This is the bare - see them glance, then stare
This is the truth you can't speak in your youth
This is not a poem, this is a confession.
This is not a poem, this is me.
This is not a poem. This is goodbye.
-GS
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This is my second book of poetry.