A POEM
I know a girl who wanted a man for a long time.Eventually she got her man
but still she didn't feel she had what she wanted.
She wanted to ask him why don't you tell me you love me?
but she was afraid to say it because he hated plain talk.
She didn't want to admit she wasn't happy and so for awhile she pretended she was.
When she could bear it no longer,
she hid her dissatisfaction in poetry and left it in a place for him to see.
I'm glad to say the girl isn't me. |
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good poem
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Krista, at
5:16 p.m.
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