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The Key Is To Listen

I can hear you talking about me
While I'm in the other room
Talking about my flaws
How cruel
And insensitive I can be
But you never seem to mention
The demon inside you
The beast you let out
When no one else is looking
I can hear you talking about me
And I just sit hear and listen

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  • sheltered
    May 16, 2008

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    At the expense of my cliche
    I say they try to rise above this love
    yet never gaze the golden greatness
    of truism self


  • crazymomma
    May 14, 2008

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    I really liked this. Of course, I am not the type to sit and listen anymore. I would be in their faces, but I remember those days when I'd just sit and listen. Nice poem. Good luck in the contest


  • ForeverLastingComa
    May 14, 2008

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    short and sweet, i hate it especially when people choose to gossip about you straight at your face as if you couldn't hear them, nicely written.

    thank you for entering and good luck =)

    ~*ForeverLastingComa aka Leesha*~