Nothing to do, sitting alone. Somewhat like a future clone. People staring and she started to cry. Not to wonder why because she already knew. She missed him and that's all she could do. He didn't want her but she didn't kno why. Loving him is what she tried. He was her world and he couldn't care less, the pretty boy and the girl with a mess. He always made her laugh, never forgetting to bring up the past. Sadly enough she could die being lame and he'd be the one with all the fame. Poor young girl without a name.
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- Love is... by Dusty.
513 points, ended April 27, 2007, 13 entries
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wow, love how this poem was able to reach a crechendo at the end (spelling?), words seemed to flow perfectly, to a degree i understand this, which makes it that much greater, but even to the eyes whom haven't encountered similar situations, this will surely strike emotion, and lead them to understand this poem and appreciate it as much as i did. great write..keep it up
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This is a very sad poem I liked the first 2 lines "Nothing to do, sitting alone. Somewhat like a future clone." intresting poem most full of grief the title brings you to notice the poem. Ive recently been moved from my man so I can relate in a way.
especially the line "He was her world and he couldn't care less, the pretty boy and the girl with a mess."
That really broke into my heart.
Ella
Dusty
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