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Isabella Aug 2013
her
Out of all the words that came out of his mouth,
It seemed all he could talk about was her.
If he wasn’t talking about sports,
Or how much homework we had in science,
It was all about her.
Her and her blue eyes and golden blonde hair,
Her and her tall slim figure
Rather to my short and fit one.
He was so desperately in love with her,
That he didn’t see how on every Friday night,
Her and another boy talked with their mouths by the belchers.
She just laughed with him,
And gave him fake love every time.
I wouldn’t dare tell him,
For she would call me liar and he would believe her,
Even though he's known me since five.
So all I do really is smile and nod,
For if he’s happy,
Then so shall I.
Yenson Jun 2022
Which one of you
has the wherewithal
to find somewhere quiet
and go within to break your trance
and reclaim your minds and your heads
are you enough to see how you have been played
tuned into a frenzied wayward ditty
dulled into colic twang belchers
strummed in hapless reefs
plucked duds on frets
orchestration of vapid
bums in *** encore
you've been played
arranged scored
in *** notes
they groove
in derision
yet know
nowt

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