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 Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 10:40 pm
Sometimes I wonder:
If the perfect girls are real,
With flawless skin
And silky hair
To torment girls like me, eternaly.
Sometimes I wonder:
If I really did find the perfect man,
With the perfect friends
And the perfect heart
To heal my scars.
Sometimes I wonder:
If I am the right girl for him
With the scars still bleeding
And all the room in my heart
To give him a first chance.
Sometimes I wonder:
If the nightmares will truly fade
With the passing of the moon
And reappear as day dreams
To enhance my self esteem.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 11:03 pm
And yet, another grear poem by Lunar. Sorry if that sounded sarcastic, it wasn't.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 11:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 8:25 am
Wow. Deep. It's so beautiful.
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 12:08 pm
So much of your poetry like this speaks to me Mimi. Its poems like this that I cant say that I "like" or "dislike" but I identify with them. (I'm not hitting on you or trying to be offensive but you are pretty.)
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Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2008 6:02 pm
ROFL Thanks, I try (with the first part).
I know I'm attractive, I just don't feel attractive, if that even makes sense. (Back story: My sister is one of those 'plastic-preppy-perfect-Barbie' girls, so high school wasn't a good time cuz her, my mom, and her friends would (and still do) get on my a** about my physical appearance (size and clothing styles) rather than congratulating my positive qualities.)
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 2:57 am
Staying on topic: Great poem I really felt it, Maybe because My wife and I have separated so many times before and I constantly am questioning if I'm good enough for her...
Riding the tangent: My parents never really noticed my music until my brother started playing then they only took enough notice to tell me how to play...
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 4:12 am
poem: great job...
little of topic thing: do what you want because you want to do it, not because its what everyone else is doing... that way leads to a dull life, everyone at my school (including the freshman) think im a crazy psychopath... ask waffles (infinite knowledge) i walk around school with astuffed dog on my head because i want to not because everyone else thinks its wierd... so do waht you like, it leads to fun times... hahahaha...
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