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JULY 22, 2011 8:38PM

Friday Poetry

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A poem about a woman, how original of me:

 I just can't stand the way it's gotta be.

We need to break down these walls that keep you away from me.

I'm never fulfilled inside as we part ways.

Doubtful you feel the same.

These lonely days are making me sour once again.

A pill poisoning my blood.

Inside I'm screaming your name out.

Inside I'm holding you close.

But out here we just talk.

Never met anyone who makes me feel this way,

And I've met people who would make your hair turn gray.


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I hear your pain and have been there. Turn everything off and talk. :)