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Blinding white smiles.
Burning black hearts.
They say they're your friends,
they say they'll be by you,
All the way.
How they lie.
Blinding white smiles.
Burning black hearts.
Which clique are you in?
Prep? Sporto? Goth? Punk?
Does it matter?
Yes, it does.
Blinding white smiles.
Burning black hearts.
Quick, get some friends,
join a clique, a group, a calling,
ignore those outside the group,
Focus on the core.
Blinding white smiles.
Burning black hearts.
And I?
Prep, Sporto, Goth, Nerd?
I am of the group
That despises such descriptions.
Blinding white smiles.
Burning black hearts.
I still can't escape...
- by Tentens Legacy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/07/2009 |
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- Title: Lost 3
- Artist: Tentens Legacy
- Description: Third 'Lost' poem. Geez, I'm on a roll.
- Date: 09/07/2009
- Tags: lost escape trickery lies
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