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by Ridge Oct 30, 2013 category : Friendship, family / broken friendship
She's a given, and she's a ***** What about my happy smile every time I greet you ? My arms flung above her head And when she needs help to anchor herself she never calls me up So I got angry ? Rightly so I hate how this is turning worse, as I look at her so pure and poppy eyes And I, in my ardent longing, to shy to tag along And tired to wait upon She comes and goes, frosts my world, and tears it apart But I could not shout out to her delicate face I gaze, I sigh, I sulk, at this cruel ***** that won't let me join her I'm expandable, a tool, a player convinced he can win But you really are at fault, no gratitude, no sense of courtesy, just a good looking girl that likes to hit
by Burning Angel
I love this poem