Pity those who wear designer jeans,
For those are who feel they need to fit the seam.
Fill the scene, "How else will I be seen?"
Personality that comes from the pocket,
What happened to the girl with the heart-shaped locket?
The breed that enjoyed a night at home,
Turns to the generation that can't spend a night alone.
Put out or get put down;
All of the little girls aren't such 'small town'.
The full moon is dimmed, the lights shine over.
A country catastrophe, certainly no four-leaf clover.
A silver spoon out from reach; glowing dull is all but a crescent.
Leaving a trail; an evanescence.
You can barely sense the girl that was once present.
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these are some of the mysteries that lie in my head
the title pretty much sums it up...mostly poems ive heard or wrote...
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