Sickening. Sickening.
While the clock keeps ticking.
She’s a stressed romantic,
edging borderline frantic.
A slight of hand,
Will he get away?
No,
This is just a game she plays.
Sickening. Sickening.
While the clock keeps ticking.
She’s a stressed romantic,
edging borderline frantic.
She draws him close,
And bruises his ego.
And tells herself,
They’ve got a long way to go.
Sickening. Sickening.
While the clock keeps ticking.
She’s a stressed romantic,
edging borderline frantic.
Author notes
soo pretty much this is a crappy poem written for some shitty class that i dont' even go to anymore. :\
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Wow, it isn't crappy. Maybe you should have more faith in your ability. You write very strong rhymes. You have great repetition here and a good flow and story.
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thanks
well thank you for your support.
greatly apreciated.
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