where did she go

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    • quise
    • Now keep in mind that im an artist and im sensitive about my shit -eryka badu

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    where did she go

    he remembers as if it was yesterday
    put downs is all the other kids would ever say
    he was from a different world different place
    different from all them rich kids he even walked a different way

    she was from a different world herself
    she was use to the love of her old hood then she left
    she blended in with the crowd but how she acted wasnt how she felt
    she was in this world all by herself she needed help

    first day in class another year with all these preps he guessed
    the thaught in her head got to be something im not to be like the rest
    this year imma stay myself going to be different he bet
    different is what she wanted to be but she wanted respect

    what a coincidense they sat by eachother in class
    he was the wild kid never did his task
    she as the quiet girl scared to be different couldnt take off her mask
    both ready to give up their riches just return the rags

    he wouldnt have ever made it through that year without her
    she wouldnt have never been herself without him maybe she wouldve gotten worst
    last day of summer hes gonna miss her shes his best friend and even more
    next year should be the best hoping if he got a class with her

    that next year he couldnt find her guessin she disappeared
    didnt you know she moved told to him by his peers
    anger rushed through his veins like blood next feeling fear
    he was mainly mad because the word of her moving never reached his ears

    he wasnt angered because she had to leave its just he didnt know
    he felt like he was in the middle of the ocean with a boat but no wind no row
    she was cupids arrow cupid never could shoot him again all he had was a bow
    all he asked her when he first seen her again is where did you go
    -GODS SON

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    quise’s Poems (32)

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    A kiss unfelt 1
    what a heart would say 0
    my silent cry 0
    love or illusion 0
    The question 1
    LOVE IS TRUE 0
    REST IN SLEEP 0
    wheres my hoodie 0
    new smile 0
    living dead 1
    black rose 2
    glass flowers 1
    too late to give up 4
    is he just a man 3
    why does she stay 4
    i still love you 0
    the reson i cant love 3
    spontanious (short) 0
    blessed (short) 0
    eternity (short) 0
    confusion (short) 0
    take it slow (short) 0
    blessing or lesson 0
    where did she go 0
    i will 0
    my hearts cry 1
    cause she loved him 2
    my final goodbye 2
    king hansom 2
    poem my heart wrote 0
    my late night prayer for her 3
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