My WordsA Poem by KurureenuStandin' to the side, Don't know what to say. Over to you I stride, See you kissing her face. Like I care! You were never mine! So I turn around, To my peace of mind, And say...
Cha.. Don't get worked up. Nah... Not even worth it. Blah... And I gave a care why? Hm... I guess I really don't give a rip.
A while later, Image in my head. When I came up, Three words I should've said. Screwed that moment over, But it always happens. Maybe that's why my words, Make sense.
Cha.. Don't get worked up. Nah... Not even worth it. Blah... And I gave a care why? Hm... I guess I really don't give a rip.
Okay! Time to give up! I said it already, I don't give a duck! He's off the market, And my friend. That'll never end. Because...
Cha.. Don't get worked up. Nah... Not even worth it. Blah... And I gave a care why? Hm... I guess I really don't give a rip.
Cha.. Don't get worked up. Nah... Not even worth it. Blah... And I gave a care why? Hm... I guess I really don't give a rip. © 2008 KurureenuAuthor's Note
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KurureenuMore-is., ILAboutWhat? Oh yeah... About me. I'm twenty years old now, still writing a lot and dreaming of new ideas as they come. I've written more songs and neglected to put them up. I've also written more stor.. more..Writing
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