I am pretty sure
This game they call love
Will push me over the edge
And no doubt you’ll be the one to shove.
For reasons I am not
Quite sure of yet
How can you judge me
When we haven’t even met
Each day I sit here
And fall deeper to the ground
The one hand I thought would pick me up
Only holds me down
I just want to be friends
If more happened, that’s cool
But please don’t be harsh
And play me for another fool
For I have feelings
Believe it or not
My heart is not made of stone
It can easily rot
So don’t send this love
I have for you, my friend
Out of the door
Into the blue of the never-end
Catch it, put it in
And lock it with a key
Keep it for some day
You might want to spend with me
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Written June 22nd, 2003
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Do Not Touch It!
*AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW* So cute..I loved your words they fit like PERFECTLY and your flow was great..and the meaning of the poem sooo true and just WOW..because I know so many people probably feel that way..because..love is just like that..you never know if your doing the right thing or if you're going to get hurt..and well you did an amazing Job! Keep up the wonderful work! And oh yeah..thanx for commenting on my poem "My Gun"..
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This is really good. Your rhyme scheme flows well and doesn't sound like a second-grader.
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This was beautifully done! Wonderful flow to it as well! My fave lines were "Each day I sit here
And fall deeper to the ground
The one hand I thought would pick me up
Only holds me down". They were beautiful! I can't give you enough compliments! Nice work! *sonya*
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