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I always seem to find myself writing of tears
always seem to pull all the greatest fears
for once I like to be normal and yearn to feel love
to write of someone dear, to be warm with angels above
roses and petals
flowers and buds
birds with nature
heaven and above
I dare to be different and smile without frown
love to write of happy things not masked killing clowns
I love to write of silly things to cheer others up
my name is known throughout my thrown of blood spilled guts
I love boyish things I guess that is just who I am
I try to be different hiding like a ram
but no I now know who I really should be
a person whom I knew before, a person- that is me.
- by Jen_Johnson94 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/27/2008 |
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Lemonade Serenades - 12/31/2008
- that was so wicked! i loved it!5/5! well deserved!
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- funnyflex - 12/31/2008
- wow, i can totally relate to that.
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- xo Fw3ShQu33n xo - 12/28/2008
- nice
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- peacekitten65 - 12/27/2008
- Nice i like it alot. You could almost call it a satier bout gloomy poems. I like it very much. 5/5
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