The world outside is
Big and marred,
And the yappy dogs in the
Neighbor’s yard
Would rather run or even fly:
Cross my heart, and hope to die.
The ride downtown is
Fast and loud,
And the drugs that put me
On this cloud
Make me sick and make me cry:
Cross my heart, and hope to die.
The sun is shining
Through the trees,
And sad housewives beg,
“Honey, please,
I’m not good enough, but next time I’ll try.
Cross my heart, and hope to die.”
I don’t know what
You were told,
But redemption songs are
Growing old.
And I always was a girl that lied:
Cross my heart, and hope to die
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Anyway, that's my two cents, stuck in where they don't belong like always. (I saw the dev on the main page and had to read.)
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Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist. Keep loving, keep fighting.
Don't worry about it. I'm always open to constructive criticism from anybody who happens to see my stuff, be it in passing or purposely. ^.^ Thank you for the input!
Were you inspired at all by that poem we read in English?
I'm glad you like it, my sweet :-D.
Um... Do I read any of the poems we read in English? *repeatedly photocopies face*
:-P Nah, it just kinda came out. I just had stuff to say. But I'm glad it came out well for word vomit, hahah
Ah love oo.
Ah love oo 2!
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