Poems from poeticeyes

what is love  is it sweet or sour  is it a scent  is it a picture  is it a sign  i dont know  but i will say i consider myself  love  i am...
i am diffrent  i have no friends  i have a big brain  im wierd  i fail sometimes i cry alot  im sweet but im broken  i wonder how i made...
im hurting because i miss the essance of his soul the felling of being coverd and cared for 3but i wish it was a dream but its not the...
the sun sets and i forget the bitter sweet joy of your loving kiss how you use to make me want to scream and expect the love to come in...
I am a curious child through these brown eyes do i define myself undefinable though my society says otherwise in my mind i say i am...

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