brittney brooke Poems

my hand flys across the paper,
i don't know wat i am suposse to write.
i shoulda listened to the teacher,
so this wouldn't take all night.
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i sit here,
as i hear the cheers.
the seniors screaming,
cause it is their last year.
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When you walk away,
to head back home,
i wish so much,
you could stay,
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i am nothing but the pillo,
on which you rest your head.

nothing but the comforter,
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i love you,
you love her.
she loves him.
and he probably loves another.
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you sit there in silence
not saying a word
thinking about the violence
and what you have instore.
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i am sitting here
drinking away the pain.
just another year
full of blood stains.
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i walked in
they were just laying there
sleeping in eachothers arms
the dreams they did share.
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you say that you love me
so why wont you hug me.

you say that you need me
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the pain i feel
i will not show
i want so bad to have your heart
i'll i do is sit back and stare
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