Here is a poem/free write from back in the day.
September 21, 2006
gloom has filled her spirit
its expressed in the lack of smile on her face
the look of distaste
the eyes echo the lonliness
of no one in her arms
the legs run out as quickly as they came
she won't give you
three seconds for you to notice her
trust replaced with lust
and sick of the need for somethin more
put up your dukes in anticipation
of the battle you will never win with
her stubborness
her life is a constant mosh pit
a throw down of the greatest sort
the musically inclined ringing through her mind
taunting her with what she will never have
September 21, 2006
gloom has filled her spirit
its expressed in the lack of smile on her face
the look of distaste
the eyes echo the lonliness
of no one in her arms
the legs run out as quickly as they came
she won't give you
three seconds for you to notice her
trust replaced with lust
and sick of the need for somethin more
put up your dukes in anticipation
of the battle you will never win with
her stubborness
her life is a constant mosh pit
a throw down of the greatest sort
the musically inclined ringing through her mind
taunting her with what she will never have
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