There’s a song he plays-
everyone knows
we’re strange,
it makes me mad
those labels we slap
around like wasps
buzzing about our minds.
Don’t they
realise the smears stick,
forever glued
to the papers of
our memories.
Author notes
this is very much a first draft written in a few mintues, i will edit sometime
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forever glued
to the papers of
our memories.
if you do edit dont change thos last lines. Thats the best part of the whole piece, thats what makes it yours, your voice. But i still think u shuddnt change a damn thing
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i really like the thoughts of memories buzzing around our minds, and i like how they stick forever glued, there is a lot of depth this poem has, keep up the wonderful writing, thank you for entering my contest and good luck, ~Amy
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WOW.....very nice, I don't think this needs any editing, just my opinion.
Love the use of labels...and you're so right, every word.
Thanks for sharing this and good luck to you in the contest.
Luck.
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