Anti-ValentineA Poem by We are young.
Anti Valentine. Swing sets rock back and fourt. you touch my hand and I touch yours. I feel your breath and you feel mine. Too bad your my anti Valentine. Black lipstick marks litter your face, and tattooed on my back is your name. Black bracelets of love and hate mixed together, cover your arms. Hiding the pain within the scars, you grab my hand, and together I know we can make it through this world With black wings and petrified smiles, we walk through the doors of life, hand in hand fingernails black, and always getting laughed at. But you will always be mine. My anti- Valentine. © 2009 We are young. |
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Added on March 13, 2009AuthorWe are young.Peace Love Unity Respect, WAAboutI'm not going to same I'm not average, Because I am. I dance in the rain and make sick jokes. I'm not a person who speaks out or who states her opinion. I can be the calmest person when i want to, or .. more..Writing
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