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Click hereOh how I hate you
Even the moon knows it too
How much I hate you
Cool wind breezes down
How my smile gives you a frown
White snow tell me why
Fall flat on your face
Very pleasant that would be
To laugh all the way
Throwing you a stone
Kicking your back till it bruised
Hurt you in a blaze
For your ice cold gaze
Freezes my burning ardor
Pierces through my core
Oh how I hate you
The full white moon knows it too
Hating you so true
I hope not, WSO has some good advice. I looked at some of work. I guess you may be a musician. You poetry needs work, not a slam, because everyone's does. I think you have good instincts. Ask your self, what is the price of praise?
This poem was mentioned in the New Poem Review thread in the Poetry Forum. Please come along and join in, we'd love to meet you. :)
wildsweetone
yes, the moon is so knowledgeable and perceptive about such things. Nicely done.