My Poem about the illusion of life:

Vast figures in a far away appearance
Scattered letters and broken breath mints
Uncertainty with my insecurity
Why wont my love see
About this false poornosss and reality
Endless pit of stale fruit snacks
Nothing in life is beautiful
When all is a dream

And what a tragic, depressing life you must live. The horrors of stale fruit snacks.

Touching.

I HATE STALE FRUIT SNACKS

^ Please, don't spam.

Somehow, your poem comes off a bit shallow.

A tad? Mmm this entire forum is becoming more shallow. I haven't seen too much quality lately.

lol when i posted this on my fake xanga (XMACENCIX) someone also said it was shallow