Its heart is leaden and dull
Blackened and full of taint
Its core is easily breakable
Ordinary it hides behind bright paint
The words it etches are sharp and biting
This lead can not erase
The girl holding it is crying
But you won't see tears on her face
Only normal is acceptable
Silly girl weeping
The faded #1 barely perceptible
Perfection you can not be keeping
But there is something special about this pencil
No matter how much you hate
No matter how hard you press upon this writing utensil
The point it makes will never break
This pencil and its owner are strong
With love in our sights
Your insults won't affect us long
Our hopes are bright
Author notes
Yeah, I know it doesn't quite rhyme
Ironically, I wrote this during a lesson on the properties of metals in Chem class today... this is my 3rd poem posting (I like to keep count), review because its cool
Written March 9th, 2006
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I personally love this. ♥
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i like this. it doesn't matter that it doesn't rhyme that well, your style of writing is good enough that rhyme isn't important, though perhaps it might have flowed more smoothly if you hadn't tried to make it rhyme. i like the touch of hope you added at the end, it was unexpected, but works well
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I really like it. I dont know what else to say.
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oh my gosh. this poem is absolutely brilliant. yeah, you could revise it and make it perfect, but it is still amazing how it is. i love the lines, "The girl holding it is crying/But you won't see tears on her face". that line almost brought tears to my eyes. i love this poem, and am very impressed by the use of an average, everyday item in such a way. very beautiful, very refreshing. peace out and god bless.
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