my poems.

Feeling: clueless
beautiful by: Alex Moore i used to think she was beautiful but now i geuss i dont know the way she used to smile the way she used to laugh and now all she does is cry shes beautiful when she does that too but theres a light in her that has seemed to burn out her pale skin is caressed with tears her arms moistened with blood her body trembling with fear i used to think she was beautiful and now i think i know that i never knew who she really was it was an act it was all for show she used to play with the neighbors she used to run with the wind but now it seems there isnt time but if there was time i dont think she would do it anyway i used to think she was beautiful and now i know the truth that no one is the same forever but she used to be so caring she used to play with dogs she used to lay on her back and look at the sky so she could pretend she was any where but laying in her back yard i used to think she was beautiful but her beauty has drifted away she used to cry under her deck because of all her pain she used to draw she used to sing she used to laugh on her kitchen floor she used to eat chinse food in her living room while sitting on a pillow she used to lay on her roof and listen to bon jovi she used to scream at passing cars and say fuck you to little kids i used to think she was beautiful and now all she does is cry she used to jam to nelly n kelly she used to wear pink nail polish she used to drink diet coke buy the case she used to walk to the store just to she her crush who worked there she used to laugh at the falling skaters she used to sleep in the park she used to light things on fire she used to steal beef jerky i used to think she was beautiful and i geuss i never knew that she used to cry for her mother and laugh because she could feel the future how it would slowly crumble she used to read tarot cards and look into crystal balls she used to think about baseball 24/7 i used to think she was beautiful but now...i geuss i still do Midnight Again by: Alex Moore it seems that i am waiting up again waiting for you black circles once again same old thing faded smiles, another time another day goes by waiting up for you my heart will never recover you let me down one more time i found some old quizzes i took
sweet bra

Your bra is a SWEET bra!

Your bra is a caring, loving and doting bra.

Cuddly and sweet like a puppy, soft and warm like a baby's skin is your bra. Daintily designed, pastel coloured, petite and subtle, your bra matches your boobs and your personality.

If your bra was candy, it would be a big red sucker pop...or a cute li'l bowl of rainbow coloured marshmallows.

As caring and thoughtful as you are, your bra never relents in cupping your delectable mounds of love, day round!

What Kind of Bra Are You?
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good poems i took that quiz and got the same thing... wasnt too fond of all the cartoon porn on the side though.. yuck
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I think your poetry is beautiful..it sounds very personal. I hope you post more soon..I'll keep an eye open..
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