Okay. Everyone said I should make my poetry shorter. And I wouldn't even be bothering to post this, except that I usually post everything on my blog, but I don't want my friends to say I'm being all EMO. This is one poem I don't want to share with my friends. Anyway, I guess I'm saying I'd rather hear what a bunch of strangers think of my poetry, so criticize away!
I’ve never been kissed,
Never had a dance,
Never been liked,
Never had a chance,
With a guy,
And I don’t know why.
I’ve never gone out,
Never been on a date,
Never went to the movies,
Or stayed out late,
With some guy,
And I wonder why.
I’ve never been loved,
Never told I was hot,
Never been with a guy,
Never glad for what I got,
With any guy,
But why?
And now as my tears,
Fall like hot rain,
I realize the truth,
It comes from my pain,
I’ve never had a guy.
And the reason.
Is.
Me.
It must be.
2006-07-26
19:06:47
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