To dearest unknown

May 23, 2008
By Sarah Smith, Alexis, NC

Hey there,
Dear someone, we'll call you
"the dearest unknown"
How's your life,
pulling apart at the edges yet?
What about the lies holding you together,
have they disolved yet?
May I dare ask about that smile,
that stupid smile you show?
Have your teeth rotted away from the acidic things you like to spout, yet?
Have all the umbrellas you used to run under,
folded up yet?
Yeah, my lifes going alright,
better these days knowing yours went straght down hill.
Oh i'm sorry,
did i hit a sore spot?
Your whole scene is a sore spot.
i wont talk to you later.

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ronda92 said...
on Dec. 2 2009 at 1:40 pm
im really feeling this poem...such attitude and emotion


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