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Kimberly Menodza May 2014
A Hero stands in a building
A mask on his face he was hiding
He could see them all
But he could only see his fall

He cast a glance at his back
Hoping to see what he lack
He wanted to fly
So he could see the sky

His face is dim
And his thoughts are grim
No one can stop him from jumping
But his thoughts are bouncing

He took a step forward
Knowing the end was toward.
I made this in my English class and so far this is the best poem I made. My other poem are just somewhat random. This is my first post by the way.
Kimberly Menodza May 2014
What is love?
A simple human emotion?
A lie use to hurt others?
Is it similar to being happy?
Or similar to being sad?
How do you know if it's their?
Does your heart beat thinking about it?
Are you scared of losing it?
Did it hurt you before?
Did your heart became cold because of this?
Why do you want it more....
...Why do you think about it...
... Even if you were hurt before?
You know it's going to hurt you
So... What is it...
... That makes you chase after it?
You know what it is?...
...It's Love
I hate the concept of love but I'm going to be honest, I want to feel love in my life.

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