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I once loved a boy whom lacked any grace,
But rare beauty would blossom on his face.
His thoughts seemed so profound,
Till I looked around—
And found we were worlds out of place.
Trying a limerick. He likes soft rock, I like indie rock, it will never work out.
I recall a time far back,
When my young mind lacked love,
Wishing my body to be clawed like a cat attacking a dove
So I bore youthful arms to my cat,
Clean arms at that,
Wanting her to give me what I deserve,
I gently prodded at her stomach in an attempt to annoy her
I was only a child and she was only a cat,
She rolled over and invited me to pet her,
I gave in and rubbed her downy gray fur
Then I got what I deserved most at that time,
Love, laced in her purr
The only one whom shown it was her
My cat
I still think about this
There’s this door,
A brown one for sure
It has a habit of slamming really loud,
Enough to reach a whole crowd
Yet it does not always shut with anger,
My sister hopped out of it and it lay silently with no stagger!
Yet it always screams when I exit it,
What have I done to deserve a door to yell out of it’s wit?
At me that is?
Ignore my silly rhymes
Oh, how could I let myself get so attached to a person whom has left my life entirely. Even though he is gone, I still search my window sill for any signs of him.
It is always the same disappointment.
None.
Sigh, I know it ***** I just posted it because I have free will
We heard the same thunderstorm
Although we lay in different dorms,
We felt the same warm
The of the same storm
Though only one mourned,
For the other adorned with a love so strong,
Which was torn
For the other decided he did not belong
Leaving one feeling wrong
For he was gone.
I know it *****

— The End —