www.whyville.net May 13, 2012 Weekly Issue



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Guest Poet

Stone

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CREATIVE WRITING
SCIENCE
HOT TOPICS
POLITICS
HEALTH
PANDEMIC
His lies are deep,
Priceless
Driving me insane
Always have me wondering
Why I even came

His voice is dark,
Deep
Creepy in the night
Had me just a little lost
With something I can't treat

They say he's innocent,
Clear
But if that were true
Right now I wouldn't be
Having to switch gears

I know he's around
Here
Spreading rumors
Making it difficult
To look in a mirror

I see our pictures,
Ripped
His mind is twisted
Even though before I just
Wanted his tight grip

Now I'm sitting here,
Alone
It's a dark room
And all I can think of is
His heart of stone

 

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