Poem Hunter
BK (Aug 29,1988 / Bellefountaine)


Too scene for the scene
Too cutlless for emo
I'm nothing but my own
I'm everything and nothing
How can I see past the smoke
When you do it to seem and seem
Is there anything out to get me past
All my jaded days and numb nights
This poem is dying
The Rhymes just fade away
But theres more to the message
Than violet roses were ever meant to say

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