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Hey, you.  You fuck me up.  Throw ashes in my eyes until I am blind and I go running around like some stupid freak that’s out of his mind.  What’s these signals?  Your old faded signs point in every direction and why’d you call me last night?  When I’m around you want to run away, but when your feelings are strong you can’t find the words to say how you’d like to tackle me underneath the shadows of the trees by your house as long as no one found out.  You’re living like a thief if you refuse to believe what your body tells your brain to do.
©2003-2009 ~steidleyx
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This poem isn't writen in a traditional format, but I felt it was necessary and more meaningful to write it in this way.
The story:
a boy and a girl (its always about a boy and a girl isn't it?) are living a life of secret sexuality. They show the public nothing of their affection for each other and refuse to acknowledge the existance of passion between them. However, givin the opporutity for mischief , the two will always come together. When they are alone, they are like magnets. Then the scene ends, and they are torn apart--thrust back into the world--and they are distanced from the time they loved.

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This is beautiful...I guess it hits me so hard because I can feel exactly every once of detail that the character is feeling. I guess this stems from a personal experience I am living right now. There is this girl whome I care for deeply, and she cares for me also, but she doesn't want other people to know about it...it's a little different than that, but this poem really means somethign to me, and makes me want to scream heh.

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September 18, 2003
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