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*This is a palindrome poem—read every line until the end, then read every line going back up.
It does not matter to us, but what does is
We could not care les...
giddy and giggly
cheeky and kind
these are all the things that i keep locked up tight inside;
whenever i see you my face gets all flushed i cannot help but blush and hide my head inside my desk. your ...
Her descent into darkness
Was slow and fast
Building up steadily
She hid pieces within herself
Buried so deep
She forgot they were there
But they burrowed
And took over her...
The grass stands tall, together. Each strand strong, unwavering in the winds. Unmoved by the rays from the sky. Untouched by the hands of the people. Moving as one.
Sure of its purpose. Only when the ...
Sitting on a park bench contemplating the evils that are done
I wearily hold my thought filled head in a dominant gaze above
The starry night skies and moon filled backdrop had just begun
Searching through woods in the early morn
Shadows within my soul
Untouched by the rising sun
Where you taken? Did you run?
Curtains flutter with the first breath of spring.
Searching through time, mou...
I wasn't made to be elegant.
Whoever created me didn't think that would be necessary
They didn't think to give me long, slender legs
They didn't think to give me a petite waste and high cheekbones
In the midnight hour I think of how I’m a delicate flower. Something to be admired, truly inspired.
I walk around with heart ache, and I wish that I was desired not by any and every man, but cautiousl...