Shoulder PadsA Poem by sarahBlue viens hot blood Pulsing through left alone? Dead computers Not for long Last hope of communication Be very quick Dashed against rocks
After a hard day I'm done wishing Things would be better It's hard to say I wish things will bet better I love you
I'm tired of them Getting worse So simple Is it so wrong? I would think It's not my choice to feel! The words get stuck It happens In a persons throat
JUST STOP! Hard to speak I HATE YOU! At least I think so My mind does not belong to you!
Don't have the guts? Let me think for myself You'll get there soon Maybe Simply in
Midafternoon.... © 2010 sarahAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 30, 2010 Last Updated on October 31, 2010 AuthorsarahCAAboutMy name is Sarah just another Sarah, to go along with the millions of other Sarah's hehe anyway umm...I am really bad at spelling C and grammar it's a pain in the a*s so...yeah I won't U review books .. more..Writing
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