Stella Andrews Poems

hand in hand
heart to heart
bodies touching
its time to start
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theres a party in the cellar tonight
the skeletons are on parade
dangling from the walls
the empty hearted crusade
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chilling and creeping
up your spine

biting and chewing
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</>did you ever see?
did you ever see the real me?

you heard
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your lying and im crying.
your screaming and im pleading.
your hurting and im learning.
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This is High school:

Girls,
Boys,
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Hold me close,
Hold me tight.
Hold me now,
And make everything right.
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I don't ever see him,
I never talk to him,
And i'm suppose to be his girlfriend.
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the sweetest words,
or most beautiful touch,
don't mean anything to me,
anymore.
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Nothing is never perfect.
Good, maybe.
Better, Sometimes.
Best, Only for a second.
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