She cuts her hair to look more like the stars
She messes up and looks nothing like them at all
She looks like herself,
The right side long bangs
The left just a tad too short
No one really knows
No one really cares
How would it matter to them anyway?
The way she looks, or acts couldn't possible have anything to do with them
The way she paints a picture of lemons,
to them, its just lemons
They don't care about the brush strokes,
How long it took, or what the canvas looks like underneath
No one really cares about what she does at all
No one even notices who she is at all
Some assume a good student,
others think Pot Head
Rumors fly about some sex scandel
but no one really cares about it,
it happened big deal?
She doesn't smoke
but surely someone will offer a ciggerate at least once or twice before graduation
All she wanted was for people to see her as something
See her as a nerd, an artist, just something
But her name won't even be remembered past July
and I guess that's fine
As long as she doesn't miss the people she leaves behind.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I WILL REMEMBER YOU!!! ahahaha i actually like this poem a lot. it has a nice flow and i feel it rhyhmes in certain spots without really trying. good job! <
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haha yay. I don't really like the structure. I think the beginning sucks but I kind of wrote it b/c I was aggrivated with superlitives and everything like that. I feel like i'm in the background.
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