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Nothing brings excitement anymore,pretending to be having as much fun as everyone else.You show up, and I hate how my heart flutters;searching for esc..
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Have you ever been smashed down to the ground?Hope's only for the hopeless, I've found.But I'm sorry, it appears to be I missed ya,damn near fell down..
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I've found that haikus translate well to songs.
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Cinquain.
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I heard singing the day that I got over you,singing 'bout the sun and the sky so blue.I know it's cliche, but by the way,so much better dayswithout yo..
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Please tell me what I’m feeling is a dream,
I feel like I haven’t slept since January.
The summer’s coming slow as eve..
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Hello,
I’d love to talk to you,
get to know you.
And maybe
fantasize about your eyes,
and write a song about it.
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Your eyes were a picture of a sad expectation,
your eyes were a melody that’s already through.
But somehow I feel when you walk in..
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Hello,
goodbye.
Inside,
outside.
Darkness,
sunshine;
everything is fine.
Passion,
apathy.
Order,
entropy.
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Oh what an age for poetry -
what wise words these kids spit out.
Back up, Gwendolyn,
we don’t need Bob Dylan,
when we have a..
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