A Bad Poem I Wrote Two Years Ago

It has terrible flow, I wrote it in the middle of the night, and now that I found it after so long it creeps me out, did I mention it has terrible flow?

Roses Have Thorns, Or Do They?

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Day by day,

Finding myself,

New things to do,

Things decay,

More things to mourn.

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I pour my heart out,

Get shunned away,

Heart aches,

Or is that hatred,

Or even the thirst for blood?

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I wonder about my life,

In denial day after day,

Decisions make me hurt,

But I have to know myself,

Or else I shall live a lie.

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Possessions surround me,

Some I need,

Some I don't,

The ones I don't make me wonder,

Is this all necessary?

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I love some I hate some,

Some I want to kill,

Some I want to kiss,

Others make me wonder,

Do I really know you?

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But really,

Every thing isn't just white and black,

Every Rose has thorns,

All hate has love,

Maybe I was wrong about you and me