Poema

lizor_08

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29 Mayo 2008
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Commence annoyed my variable grade,
so many last year gashes still prevail,
repress me to the forest-chair and stay,
as educators educate minds that sail.
Shut-off voice, I don't speak,
soundless I note down needful answers,
wonder skeptically what shall i seek?
a position, a buisness or maybe even a dancer.
Infatuated with immune schoolgirls,
compose emotional-rhymes all the time,
some painful, as some gleeful, yet
numberless tenderness inside.
As I ramble and pry for a love,
faithfully i sustain bumps in my quest,
searching for my angel from above,
for when I do find her, my heart shall rest.