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A poem I wrote for creative writing class. Relates to me strongly. |
| I met a girl at the rock show. She loved my style, my eeb and flow. We met backstage and talked awhile. I asked her out, she gave a smile. Love blossomed. We brought her in, an elegant voice. A perfect girl, thus I rejoice. We played a show, She sang robust. She say a guy, departing us. Betrayal struck. How could this be? How could she leave and part me of my sanity... I smashed the axe, I cut the strings. I loved a whore, and betrayed my dreams. |