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Posted on Thursday, June 29 @ 18:02:09 EDT by larry
Poetrypumpkinhead writes "She turned to the left and saw the door. 
It would not open anymore.
Locked shut with rusty chains, she sensed the spirit, it was in pain.

She turned to the right and there was no light.
The window was barred and locked up tight!

Patience she has when it comes to her friends,
she was so sorry and wants to make ammends.

She is being ignored and it hurts alot,
her heart stopped pumping, it begins to rot!

Dark and black, it resembles death,
it smells really bad, so hold your breath!

The fog begins to engulf the air in her room,
it smells really bad, it begins the doom!

No eyes can see or read her words,
the past few months are like a blurr!

A blurr of memories, she once called hope,
now she is scared and feels like a dope!

A dope for thinking she can make him happy,
roll your eyes, for she can be sappy.

His heart pounded out really loud,
she got into his soul and he was aroused!

Aroused so much he could not breathe,
wrap him all up, wear those long sleeves!

Long sleeves that protect him from life and its beauty,
he now thinks of her as a pain, who is quite snooty!

The air is all musty and green mold begins to form,
hope is replaced by failure, which doesn't keep her warm.

Leave him alone from this day on,
he is now a memory, who is very much gone.

Cob webs and dust begin to surface onto the land,
which once was lush and green and full of sand.

Sand from an hour glass, which there were only eight,
shut her up, he doesn't want to date.

Blood rushing thru into his head,
he was happy but he only wants to dread.

Dread the miserable life that he does hate,
broken up by a cookie, that she did bake!

The butter has spoiled and the cookie is burnt,
she was taught a lesson, a lesson she learnt.

Hope is a joke, swallowed up by a wave,
locked in his shell, he lives in a cave.

A cave that is closed forever to her,
a continue of her life, that is but a blurr.

Ice and snow have sealed the cave shut.
At least he believed, she was not a slut!

Friendly again she soon will be,
For that is her charming personality!










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