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 Mar 2014 sydney joyce
Kay P
blah blah
                       blah
                                      poetry
well it isn't.
March 4th, 2014
There's not much to say
on this cold winter day,
there are no words flowing,
I fight to write this little ditty.

I tried to imagine
kissing you again
& it didn't work.
I fool myself to think
I could ever
touch  myself
the way you would.

If you really knew me,
you'd realize the sincerity
I've lost to posterity,
succumbing to verity.
 Feb 2014 sydney joyce
Kay P
Life is beautiful
they tell the
generation born of
depression and
anxiety.

Life is beautiful
with higher percentages
of suicide than
highschool
drop outs

Life is beautiful
to the “me” generation
called self centered
because of
selfies

Life is beautiful
to the highest
price of living
in American
history

Life is beautiful
to the generation
that romanticizes
death.
February 17th, 2014
 Feb 2014 sydney joyce
chris
i don't know why i still love you
you've put me through hell and back
all i know is that
i can't stop thinking about you

you make me smile
you make me cry
you make me laugh
you make me wish that i'd never even met you

sometimes i wish that i could go back in time
to stop myself from falling in love with you
but then i realize that this is not possible
because one way or another
i would have fallen for you
We have
a special
connection
you and I,
the words we write
create nice reactions.

I think mine makes
yours moist,
'cause mine's
hard
to read
when I'm alone.
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