Smiling faces
Look at them holding hands,
smiling and happy.
Are they really?
Why can't I find happiness such as that?
Look at them, its sickening.
Why are you so happy and filled with joy?
How can I get a piece of that action?
My energy is sapped from asking these questions.
Shut up.
Look away.
Want,
Crave.
Bites lips and drunkenly dream.
I cannot make a love poem since I have
never been in love.
The words I write are written down as if
finale.
Something wrong with this poem?
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SuperWoman20
I am a Sophomore at Miami Dade College. I love the beautiful outdoors, baby animals are so adorable. And writing for me is a gateway to letting out my frustrations, joys and happiness in life. Granted, I'm not much of a poet I find this could be a great outlet for me. It's been a wonderful year and college experience. I hope and wish I learn more about the beautiful world around me.
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