I Liked It Better When I Misspelled Your NameA Poem by MisantheaBeryl eyes Distant voice Immature shape Unnecessary gloss Deep drinking Innate leading Despicable manners And that smile. Yeah, that smile. That smile. In the secret of February, that smile. Smile. Smile smile. Smile smile smile. Smile smile smile smile. Smile smile smile smile smile. Smile smile smile smile smile smile. Smile smile smile smile smile smile smile. Ah, but the smile itself was a secret Smiles for everyone, everyone else. They would put together their smiles And playfully make them dance. But when it was my turn to dance, the smile was a secret So the smile was not granted, not to someone like me. © 2011 MisantheaAuthor's Note
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Added on January 26, 2011 Last Updated on January 27, 2011 AuthorMisantheaNetherworldAboutI am merely moving through life, trying to find a place where I may feel at ease. I like many different things that probably do not fit or match together. For one thing I really like music, and I l.. more..Writing
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