the.softest.words.can't.heal.the.deepest.wounds. (annearbour) wrote, @ 2003-03-05 23:32:00

Current mood:	crushed
Current music:	Coheed and Cambria- Neverender

Small Town Beauty [21 Feb 2003|04:01pm]
greenbeanmapa

He?s etched upon the wall,
Tall, dark and emo
Everything but here,
Cause boys don?t like you.
Well this I must contest.
However I feel my testimony is unavailing
For your heart still bleeds.
Well aware of the loneliness you posses,
And these salty tears, which seep down my cheek
Are a sign of my feeling restless to cure this pain you bear.
Idolizing you for your numerous talents and intelligence.
To bad you?ve brainwashed yourself you?re talent less.
You?re claiming you wear your heart on your sleeve.
Contrary to what you believe you?ve left me puzzled,
And I?m trying to put these pieces together.
You?re the closed book I?m longing to open.

Mallory wrote that !!! shes amazing at poetry i should take a couple of lessons from her!!!! man today sucked and tommorrow will be no better.. i will explain later byebye

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