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979 · Apr 2010
J'aime...
Collette Block Apr 2010
J'aime toi...
Il n'y a pas de problem
Tu as sportif et elegant
Et je suis amusant et sympa

J'aime toi...
Parce-que tu et j'etes
Parfait

Pourqoi fais-tu ceci?
J'aime toi
Tu as un singe stupid
Pourqoi aime-je?
Maintenant je n'aime pas toi...

J'aime il.
THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME!!!
971 · Apr 2010
Boats
Collette Block Apr 2010
Boats
They sail on
They get over rough water
They succeed
They fail
In many ways they are like us
We sail on
We get over rough water
We succeed
And We fail
863 · Apr 2010
Leaf
Collette Block Apr 2010
A leaf in the water
It floats along
But it will not be long

Until it comes upon the shore
And gets washed up
Around the core

The waves will take it
Away from here
And no one will see it
Anymore

It will float around
Until it drowns
And it will be no more
795 · Apr 2010
There is a world...
Collette Block Apr 2010
There is a world
Where unicorns
Roam the land
They sing happy songs
And dance on end

There is a world
Where dragons
Want the land
They breath fire
And scheme evil plans

There is a world
Where unicorns
Are overcome
By fire breathing dragons
and evil plans

There is a world
Where everything
Is evil
And dragons roam the land

There is a world
Where everything
Is sad
Because all of the unicorns
Have been dead

The world is evil
And sad
And unhappy
And hurt
And harmful

There is a world...

And we are in it
606 · Apr 2010
Man
Collette Block Apr 2010
Man
He looks through the window
He looks at me
I wave at him
He leaves

I wave again
The next day
He leaves

I wonder why he looks at me...

The next day I see him again...

I wave...

He doesn't leave...

I turn around and there he is...

The man who never waves is standing next to me...

I scream and run but it is to late...

Because now I don't wave or move at all
565 · Apr 2010
OBSESSIVE
Collette Block Apr 2010
Only this
And nothing else
Spare time
Is spent
On numbers of things
Nothing is
Complete
Without this
Hours
Turn into Days
Days turn into weeks
And weeks turn into years
All time is spent
On nothing else
You are obsessed...

— The End —