MoneyA Poem by Eddywardsa poem i wrote on a whym when talking to my rich friend. talking about the diffrenes in our lives and stuff like that. Pretty cool and has alot of feeling in it.His formal wear looks cool Her jeans look quite nice He's wearing a tie A million hair-ties cover her arms He pulled up in his Gocart She was walking.... did he just smile at me? I got a nod of the head back! What is this feeling? I don't even know him I've never seen her before But... But... I like them. But I'm poor... I'm rich.... and they aren't I live in a set of rented appartments I own a two story house, in a gated community i share a closet sized room with my 3 sibings I have my own room, the size of a small classroom Ramen is the usual dinner Dinner? whatever I want my yearly vacation is to the public pool We go to disneyland EVERY year My guitar is my life my liffe is music He'd never understand she wouldn't feel the same Then again Maybe he would she might.... I dont care that he's rich Her money status means nothing I'm falling for him already I like her and I dont care about the money © 2009 EddywardsAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 30, 2009 AuthorEddywardsfor me to know for you to never know, AZAboutI'm just a small town girl living in this crazy world some of us call home. I've got goofy friends who I love to death and my family too. But I know that there are hard times(trust me, been there) And.. more..Writing
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