Random Poem

January 19, 2011
I sit alone up in my room looking down upon the streets were you walk
You look so free
like I wish I could be
You strut your stuff to the girls below
where I wish that I could go
You play your guitar for them and sing a love song
While im imprisoned behind this stupid throng
The memories cut deep
But I don’t say a peep
About how we used to be
About how we used to meander through the streets and you gave all the boyz dirty looks and glares to warn them off
While I was busy fighting all the girls trying to get to you
We take out our knives and they back off, but I catch the glimpse of someone
He’s handsome and has piercing Green eyes Jake I say and Adam immediately turnz to where I stare.

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