Want, a rantA Poem by Call Me BluWant is like need but worse When you need you know you will either get it Or end up comfy in the back of a hearse Want gnaws at your soul Picks at your mind Leave your heart where only peices are whole Need twists your gut Freezes your skin Puts your mind in a hallucigenic rut Want plays tricks with your head Lays rest to your senses Picks at a wound till blood flows red Need at least runs out at times When your stomach is full And the fire spreads warmth from your toes to your smile Want never runs out Never leaves you be Might as well lay where you die and shout "I want my wants to become needs To finally be at peace!" © 2011 Call Me BluAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on June 19, 2011 Last Updated on June 19, 2011 AuthorCall Me BluAt the end of the rainbowAboutIm on twitter! Add me, Thecookie1998! You don't hafta, but watevsers. My name is hannah and I'm only twelve but I've been through alot. Bad friends, bad people. I got my second chance on here and I ho.. more..Writing
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