poem
my poem
Stair :
why do you look at me in such pitty
your eyes wide open as if you thought you could read me
i try to shut down
but you still want me to frown
the crown is off
the beauty is no more
my hearty is frail
the bread is stail
waiting to be eaten
while you still stair at me
with those eyes
you have shut me down
you have made me ( Read more... )
Stair :
why do you look at me in such pitty
your eyes wide open as if you thought you could read me
i try to shut down
but you still want me to frown
the crown is off
the beauty is no more
my hearty is frail
the bread is stail
waiting to be eaten
while you still stair at me
with those eyes
you have shut me down
you have made me ( Read more... )
Comments 1
my poetry SUCKS, I try SO HARDD and it comes out so BAD!
you're like the coolest most talented girl i know in the whole world.
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