Can you read a poem
about your heart's blood
As it drips through your fingers
I wonder if it does.
You sigh and you moan
you primp and you preen
you act like savages
but all you are is mean.
You know nothing of the heart
It's wounds and its joys
I'll only say this once
You're a fool that I love!
This is in response to another poem by a fifteen year old. His was for a girl in his class and me I just felt like it! Can't you tell how Emo it is! hehehe
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