Smiling faces

Look at them holding hands,

smiling and happy.

Are they really?

Why can't I find happiness such as that?

Look at them, its sickening.

Why are you so happy and filled with joy?

How can I get a piece of that action?

My energy is sapped from asking these questions.

Shut up.

Look away.



Bites lips and drunkenly dream.

I cannot make a love poem since I have 

never been in love.

The words I write are written down as if










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