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Strying Mar 2019
I, for one, know I should be up and moving round.
Round
and
round.
And now and then,
I do, what I'm supposed to do.
But now and then, I also dig a hole or two,
so the odds of me doing what I am supposed to do are slim.
My homework's, in my bag.
I am looking, quite sad.
I don't want to do anything,
today.
And every day
goes the same,
so please don't make me do a thang.
Because I, for one, am having oh so much fun.
Just a funny poem about my procrastination!
(also it reminds me of Belle from Beauty and the Beast!)
Strying Mar 2019
You looked at me
I saw your stare
The cold
                uninviting
                                     stressing
stare.
The one that kept me up at night,
shaking from fright.

You said you weren't sorry for what you said last night.
And that you meant it all.
Oh my.
What spite.

A shimmer in my eyes.
That's all it took to change my life forever.

No longer was I your slave.
I didn't follow you around
with my mouth open
drooling.
No more.

I wouldn't...
I couldn't...

That's what we all say,
until we do.
And that's when the scary begins all over again.
When you fall in to the same trap,
Over
         and
                  over
again.
Once the cycle has begun, there is no leaving
from one's stum.
For your stum is your home.
And your home is your cycle.
I wanted to write something sad, but nothing death related. So, this happened! It is one of my greatest fears and something I do sometimes. Recently, my friend and I stopped being friends when he began to bully me. I am afraid to fall in to the trap that is our friendship again, as I have with him before.
Strying Mar 2019
She doesn’t know that I like her
She doesn’t know that I care
She doesn't know that I know her secret
She doesn’t even know me

But I secretly know all of this.
I can't keep my thoughts inside,
because I love her
And she doesn’t know that I'm there

When people laugh and stare
all I wanna do is go save her

And when I say I like boys
Well I don't think that is true
But I guess we have to find out
Someway, too
I don’t know
If she will ever really know.
What I want.
What I see.
Who she is to me.
This is one of my old poems about the random thoughts in my mind XD

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