Crap poem because I'm sad
I'm sad.
Sad like butterflies pinned to cardboard boxes.
Sad like books with torn pages,
ocean shores empty of bathers.
I am sad like unfinished stories
and dusty photo albums,
and always,
always I am sad like burnt out candles.
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aw, this poem wasn't crap at
aw, this poem wasn't crap at all. i really liked the butterfly part. :) it's way better than my poetry, wich i got embarrased about and deleted off my account. not because it was too emotional or revealing...it just sucked!lol. but i seriously like yours.
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thank you so much! Post some of your poetry, I bet it isn't that bad!
Speak roughly to your little boy, and beat him when he sneezes: he only does it to annoy, because he knows it teases. -Lewis Carroll, a man with little sense, and much imagination