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Slap my hand Bad! Bad boy! Too much demand Too many toys Toss my heart Back and forth Play the part What it’s worth Don’t be mad Are we jealous? What we had Doesn’t tell us The bad ideas Make us scared The hate reveals How we fared I should’ve known Should have seen Karma has grown From being mean Protection has cost Rejection has wisdom All that’s lost Perpetuates with them Now she’s gone So am I I’m not fond Of wrong goodbyes Please help me stand Please bring me joy I’m just a man I’m still a boy
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Growing Pains
Slap my hand Bad! Bad boy! Too much demand Too many toys Toss my heart Back and forth Play the part What it’s worth Don’t be mad Are we jealous? What we had Doesn’t tell us The bad ideas Make us scared The hate reveals How we fared I should’ve known Should have seen Karma has grown From being mean Protection has cost Rejection has wisdom All that’s lost Perpetuates with them Now she’s gone So am I I’m not fond Of wrong goodbyes Please help me stand Please bring me joy I’m just a man I’m still a boy
I like to limit myself in writing as an exercise in restraint - this one is a three-word syntax until the end, where one more word is allowed.
#word#rhyme#my#lovers#dating#three#hand#scheme#slap#demand
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
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