Scott Class Poems

There's a battle between my head and my heart.
My heart is broken and torn apart.

My head is cluttered with thoughts of you,
some good, some bad, some old, some new.
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As I sit here alone this house is so dark. It feels like my life is stuck in park. I gaze out the window on a cold fall night, knowing she's out there, Ms. Right. I stare at the moon and the stars as well, thinking how will I find her stuck in this hell. I know she is out there thinking the same 'Where's Mr. Right I'm tired of this game'. I need to pick myself up and put on my armor, go find Ms. Right so no one can harm her. When I find her I will hold her close to my heart and vow to her we will never be apart.
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You can not mold me and treat me this way.
I'm no longer your puppet or made out of clay.

My skin is alive and my feelings are real.
You've broken my heart and for that theres no pill.
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Tears run down my face as the words flow from my pen.
Why does it feel like I'm only ten.

My heart is in pieces, my life in a shamble.
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