Deep Poetry for Sunday, February 6, 2011

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Unrealistic World

It is so intense in here A question is always about the soaked-wet parade Bodies were rotten on the black vandalized street Leadership was a fallen hatred Now the innocents got to pay the hefty price. Sign in to see full entry.

Can i wonder?

Will She ever love me..? I ask myself as I stare her in the class 'She'll Never, I know' I say To make her mine I always pray. I do forget my friends I even miss my study But why She doesn't look anyday Seeing her I get so crazy Staring every action She does Her cute smile and sweet face I have no words to praise The way She waves her hair I even notice every breath She does Which increases the speed of my pulse Sign in to see full entry.

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