Tue, 12/17/2013 - 17:27 -- enince2


Time goes by I'm glad that you're gone

I hated everything about you

Your color,the way you tasted, even the way you looked

the pain you caused me by my peers will always be in my ears

there remarks on my tone

there laughter on your actions

will never leave my ears

the tightening of your grip was hard to believe 

but all is left to say

I miss you.

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This is my first poem.

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