Are you on the inside?
'Cause I'm standing out in the west,
in a phone booth, no less.
Outta charge and outta luck,
and I need to survive.
Come and get me,
a plea more than a pickup line.
Stand beside me,
and hold me tight,
tight and close,
till you feel the air leaving my lungs.
Hold me tight,
till I fall down,
for the last time.
But the last time was the first time.
Author notes
This kinda completely sucks.
But who cares.
Please tell me what you think
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The need to survive part is new to me. I like it;it's unique. Nice job, and keep writing. (Now THAT line is cheesy)
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Well...as long as its cheesy =D
I like cheese.
Give me this god given skill to actually write good poetry..cause I plain suck at it
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Haha, you'll get better. Just... write about things that interest you. You can go from there.
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It sounds more like a song -_-
It gets kinda cheesy after the Stand beside me part.
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But then again,no one cares..as long as you keep us busy with free cookies
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I know, I know. This is one of my bad ones. =P
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