Firis
Amateur Human
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Lovely angst poem...
Yeah its pretty much the only fun things to write now
The best of times, the worst of times.
Our innocence and the crimes.
My spring of step, my fall from grace.
It's all linked to a smiling face.
Across the hall, down the pue, in every happy and angry thought I see you.
I've become quite odd, I've been a sod.
I feel outcast and that im picked last, but around you I feel like a God.
A poem, a thought, a public trace, it never seems like a waste. (After this part it's personal for my Myspace blog and doesn't mean you guys)
Im a perv, im a jerk, but there are 3 or 4 who I lurve.
Among them two are reading this, one of them is quite ****ed.
The others I long to see, but soon hopefully I will be with the(m).
To all of them I blow a kiss.
Yeah its pretty much the only fun things to write now
The best of times, the worst of times.
Our innocence and the crimes.
My spring of step, my fall from grace.
It's all linked to a smiling face.
Across the hall, down the pue, in every happy and angry thought I see you.
I've become quite odd, I've been a sod.
I feel outcast and that im picked last, but around you I feel like a God.
A poem, a thought, a public trace, it never seems like a waste. (After this part it's personal for my Myspace blog and doesn't mean you guys)
Im a perv, im a jerk, but there are 3 or 4 who I lurve.
Among them two are reading this, one of them is quite ****ed.
The others I long to see, but soon hopefully I will be with the(m).
To all of them I blow a kiss.