I'm watching my clothes
fall to the floor,
and I cant believe
I'm letting this happen
Again.
Hes tracing my curves
with the tip of his
tongue
as the sweat
beads up
upon my neck.
His head has fallen,
heavy with booze,
and those crystal blues
are so glazed over.
There's nothing here,
there never was,
but its happening,
Again.
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Written March 2nd, 2006
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I found this one really powerful and moving. And that's what good poetry should be.
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aw. boo this is sad. Im sorry, but doesnt really supreise me its a guy. ha! really.
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aww this is sad but great job its an amazing write
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aww sad, but wonderful as always. short and sweet, but not so sweet. great write!
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wow, powerful. Short and to the point but it packs a ounch when reading. My heart sank as I read it. "Been thier done that" type a thing.I love how it's written, it's an amazing write, I love it, great work.
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awwww...babe im sorry. who is this about? i love that you described it so perfectly. i know exactly how you feel...its almost like you like it but you cant stop that little voice in your head that says that its wrong but you cant stop. i know exactly how you feel babe and you should tell me who it is! i would love to talk to you more...i think that we have a whole lot more in common then what meets the eye...well ill talk to ya later...luh ya boo!!
oh and p.s.~ garett freeman is a freshman and i dont know what to do about him...its like with this poem...i try so hard to say no when he wants to mess around but i just cant stop...*sad face* anyways...sorry it took me so long to respond to your im!
¢¾lacey
Edited on Mar 02, 6:06 p.m. because 'typo
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Awww. This is so sad.
....If this is true to life I feel for you. xXx.
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