Neglected ArtA Poem by .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.This is for my best friend in Arkansas,I wont say her name because she might not want me to.She sits on a bench outside of the bookstore in town, Wondering when she'll have her shining moment.
She hides whatever is bothering behind sarcastic remarks about how stupid the average joes of Arkansas look when they drive around the courthouse all night, Wasting gas.
She doesn't know that I know when she hides herself away.
She doesn't know, I know she's feeling like neglected art. © 2008 .::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Author's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 2, 2008 Last Updated on September 2, 2008 Author.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.Somewhere I need to be down in, ARAboutMy Name is Rebekah but everyone calls me Beck or Beckah or my fav Cup^E^Cake & I was born in Ohio but Raised in the south. My poems are about things that really happend some where in my life weather .. more..Writing
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