Aimee Doll Poems

In a red car
Convertible top down
Zooming fast
Two teens squealed and shouted
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I don't want him
I don't want this
I want a romance thought up on a whim
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I'm in over my head in this nightmare
The water is dragging me under
And I'm gasping for air
I kick a little harder
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He doesn't like me
And he never will
But I can't accept that reality
There's a black hole I need to fill
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