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 Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 3:25 am
Don’t Expect Me to Call You Sweetheart Anymore.
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A fragile fingertip
And Twelve pounds of loss
Hero or not,
This has to stop.
A never forgiving world
Pain given to those that try
A dream is useless and squandered
Loose sight of your goal
No point you live too small.
The retarded mindset you all have
Pointing all your fingers
Uncovering the never truth of your lies
Pass the blame
A perfect person has no flaws.
Fit the perfect image
It’s a broken picture
and we admire its disgustingness
We starve our needs
To bring on the end of all insane.
Who are we to judge?
We claim to be leaders
But we hold us back the most
Trip any those fools thinking to be the better
A green eye on all our foreheads.
Jeremy R. Frenette
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 1:14 pm
I like it... but what does the title have to do with anything?
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:44 pm
Jealousy, Judgement, 'perfectness' ruins a realationship.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 11:42 am
its good. very deep... all the poems here are great, but kinda sad. Cheer up guys! lol. great poem
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