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More Poetry (I know. Ugh.) |
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Laugh At Life
Those ridiculous lipstick smears,
Aren't worth that girl's bitter tears.
Your stupid little short shorts,
Haven't broken any hearts,
Because you haven't any hearts
To break.
It's all a pathetic state of mind,
If we quit this charade, we will find,
That we're acting like monkeys,
Or acting like junkies
On hate.
Force your lips to split wide,
And behind the braces, inside,
You'll find laughter you never knew.
You should see that she never threw
Any glances your way after that.
Laugh at life.
Doesn't matter if you're tall,
Short,
Thin,
Pimply,
Black,
White,
Rainbow,
or fat.
Just laugh at life.
Slob
On my bed are two mugs.
I hate drinking out of glasses.
There's sheets on the floor,
And dirt on the rugs,
And clothes hanging off
The door.
My papers are mixed,
With books and pencils,
A keyboard I never use,
And a chair that needs to be fixed,
And a ton of stuff
To lose.
Three sweatshirts on my bed,
Two crumpled, and the one I'm in.
A Laundry Mountain on a table,
I really hope I haven't led
You to believe I try not to be neat,
But I just happen to be
Unable.
 Still Sarah · Mon Feb 21, 2011 @ 06:51pm · 0 Comments |
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