Arturo Garcia

We All Are Something

Something tells me you're not real,
Your blackened heart: your fake smile.
Into my heart you tried to steal;
Something tells me you're not real.

And all these things you made me feel,
You had my mind but for a while.
Something tells me you're not real.
Your blackened heart, your fake smile.

(November 12,2007)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 12, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, April 24, 2011

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