History as They Know ItA Poem by kenny
What people think,
has a funny flow. While others shrink, some grow. But all in time shall change you see. For joy can never truly be. I held her dearest, right next to my heart. Though I saw her clearest, as she played her part, how was I supposed to see, how cruel love could be. For as hard as I tried, as long as I stayed. I only cried, for her I prayed. For she couldn't see, how happy we'd be. She sits on her throne, as life passes me by, leaving me all alone, labeled the bad guy. For how could they see, how hurt that makes me.
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Added on November 10, 2013 Last Updated on November 10, 2013 AuthorkennyAboutI mostly write sad poems, tongue in cheek poems, and poems about rocks :) more..Writing
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