The Garden of the UsedA Poem by JazzyThere's a thought that keeps turning, around in my head. A dezire that's burning, when i lay in my bed. A feeling so strong, i know it is wrong. For when i feel this way, it makes me sway. Loving, compassionate, handsome and true, these are the things i feel about you. And as we kiss under the trees, I feel a soft breeze. But the breeze brings not only, dry leaves and songs, it fills my heart with the doing of wrongs. For under this tree, you know only me... But when you get home, you are sure to phone, your one and only true love. And as for me, i will be, just another seed, in your garden of the used. © 2009 JazzyAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on March 20, 2009 AuthorJazzySan Diego, CAAbouthey i'm sophia. i love twilight, writing, basketball, GOD, nature, and music. If you're having any trouble through hard times just email me or something. I'd be glad to help.Thanks for viewing my writ.. more..Writing
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