Gym shorts and broken hearts
Thats how all the stories start
Watch your friends running by
Hoping they don't see you cry
It's not like you can stop
When all he does is chop
And hack away at you
Like you're a fattened ewe
Going back to the locker room
You hear them talk about you
Wispering
And gossiping
Quickly you change
As lies exchange
From one to another
They contiue to stretch further
Going through class
You think of the mass
Of drama they'll cause
The mocking oohs and ahs
It's so retarted
To think it started
With gym shorts and broken hearts
Because thats how all these stories start
A contest entry
- Gym Shorts and Broken Hearts by Xx-To-Be-Loved-xX.
400 points, ended July 4, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great write, and thanks for entering. I loved the way you used my prompt.
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Very interesting view. I loved the first line, it sucks you in.
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