this poem may not be suitable for all ages, [/lame] |
this poem may not be suitable for all ages, [/lame] |
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![]() This bitch better work! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Alumni Posts: 13,681 Joined: Jul 2004 Member No: 28,095 ![]() |
a poem written after finding out a secret about a
![]() --- People, people, people: They're either good or bad. They can make you happy, or even really sad. The subject comes up All of them time He always denied it As if it was a crime The sounds and the voice In the back of your head Tell you the truth Not caring what was said. Once you hear the facts You realize people suck No words seem to come out Except mother fuck. --- yeah...i'm not a writer. ![]() |
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![]() My name's Katt. Nice to meet you! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 3,826 Joined: Jan 2005 Member No: 93,674 ![]() |
Aww. That's so sad. I thought the first stanza was so cute.
![]() Sorry if I come off insensitive. I know exactly how you feel. It's happened so many times to me; you have no idea. Sorry about what happened. ![]() |
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