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Sep 2016 · 312
What is love?
Jeff Decierdo Sep 2016
What is love?
No one yet everyone knows
Is it pretty like a white dove
Or harmful like an overdose

It can be the most amazing thing
Yet can make you feel worse than dying
It can make you feel happier than a king
Or you might end the night crying

You might love one with everything
Yet not moving a stone
The pain of what love can't  bring
Will make you moan.  

Love is when you know it doesn't matter
What anyone thinks
It can make your self respect shatter
Just like strong drinks

Love is when you keep the fake smile
Because the tears will **** things up
Love is going the extra mile
Just so that you can break up?

Give me the chance
To live without love
And I will give no glance
This ****** life I will shove

God made happiness
Named it love
Satan made crapiness
Also named it love

Our whole time we roam
Wondering which is which
And we come back home
Realizing happiness is as rare as the snitch.
Aug 2016 · 589
I will never.
Jeff Decierdo Aug 2016
I saw her in school
And I had this strange feeling
She seemed so freaking cool
Like she gave my life a meaning

We never talked
Just said hello
And then away we walked
My heart used to go all Jell-O

And then one day she talked to me
It was an amazing feeling
She opened up and chatted with me
It felt like I was dreaming

She was very weird
And I fell for her
Her name across my brain smeared
I couldn't help but stutter

She was pretty
And she thought a lot
She was witty
And I couldn't  stare not

She could make my day
With just her smiles
I wish we could go all the way
Together a hundred miles

But alas it all was just fake
We could never have been a 'thing'
Never would I see that wedding cake
Nor that beautiful ring.
Mar 2015 · 441
Childhood
Jeff Decierdo Mar 2015
I miss the old times
When I was a boy
Who always shines
With a lot of joy

The time was fun
I enjoyed it a lot
Playing under the sun
The things we talked

Naughtiness then
Would run in our blood
We didn't have to use our pen
Just play in the mud

No work no stress
'Twas so good
Could wear any dress
I miss my childhood

But now my life is a living hell
And I wish I could go back again
To my past which was so well
So that I could drain my pain

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