[Dude, your boyfriend’s Gay.]

I’m sick of this.
You see me, and judge me
Like I am a fruit.
Oh, she looks like an apple,
She must taste like an apple.
Let us bruise her.
No.
I look like a sunset
But I taste like Lavender
And smell like the Blue-Violet Wind.





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BlackHoleHighAlum This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 2, 2010 at 2:55 pm
What does the title mean?
 
AndTheVinesSpin replied...
Aug. 3, 2010 at 11:48 am
It's just something people always told me.
 
JessieBecker said...
Jun. 16, 2010 at 7:52 pm
this is awesome. I love your style in peotry. it's humerous yet serious. I love it(:
 
panda0434 replied...
Jul. 3, 2010 at 6:34 pm
It"s very beautiful. :)
 
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