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Sunday, April 17, 2011

Grow Up Poem

Growing up is entering the tomb,
miserable and dull.
Once you lose your cool,
will be locked in an empty chamber.
Carrying a puppy
with a guy from nowhere,
hand in hand walking under the rainbow.
Dark chocolate to soothe the heart,
soon disappear into the midst.
The lonlinest girl in the world,
locks in an empty dark room.
Silence in the air,
only the wind whooshing
and the creaking sound of the door.
A two face person
stabbing a knife,
leaving a deep scar.
Forgiving is one thing,
but forgetting is another.
Nice words in my ears,
evil whispers in the tunnel
by a friend in a mask.
Gossips do hurt,
real or fake does not matter.
A worm turns into a butterfly,
changes in personality and appearance.
A white butterfly
or a black butterfly,
it is up to u....

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