I knew what would happen,
I’ve done it all before,
I just can’t stop myself,
I’ve always wanted more.
I build it up and watch it fall,
Wreaking havoc on my mind,
I can’t stay here forever,
Always in the world I’ll wind.
My fictional reality,
My strong unbroken cage,
Created by myself,
Doomed from the very first page.
Pure and utter fiction,
Fairytales never come true,
In “real life” I must stay,
To start a life anew.
Author notes
well, it's all true. I create what I want and sometimes that is what I see,not the real thing, which is y I'm in the predicament I'm in now, breaking up w/ a guy in less than a week cuz I saw him how I wanted, not how he really is.
Written December 8th, 2004
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you are not allowed to boo my poems!!!!
nah, j/k...well,sorta.
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pat on tha back
booo
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Aww. Guys sucks. hehe guy bashing party wheee.
I hopw you feel better. You should email me and tell me all about it.
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good
I love the great use of words. That is a really good one. well keep it up!


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