Categories > Original > Poetry > ripped out pages, broken coils


by noisee 0 reviews

(Mar 2/06) Uhm, mad about my crush? Man, I dunno. Felt angsty, I guess. Haha.

Category: Poetry - Rating: PG - Genres: Angst - Published: 2007-04-18 - Updated: 2007-04-18 - 72 words


SCREAM SCREAM all you want
he'll never come around
they've lured him in with their exotic sights
he was captured with their sounds
can't compete with sultry laughs
when all you've got's a chuckle
modest necklines won't be seen
past dainties 'round an ankle
so just hold your pillow tight
be patient through the years
you'll find him- he'll be called "the one"
and he'll be the comfort for your tears
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