Hurt

by jenpiglet17   May 28, 2008


The wind blows through the green leaves
the cars go by one by one
i sit here at my desk
and wonder what i've done

maybe i'm right
maybe i'm wrong
i don't know anymore
i'm so confused

the sun beats down through the window
birds whistle in the sky
would anyone ever remember me
if i should die?

How does love hurt so bad?
rebuilding this wall surrounding
my heart, never ending
what am i to become?

The teacher hands us notes
tells us to do our work
i sit at my desk and think:
why was he such a jerk?

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  • 15 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I really thought this was great! I liked the idea that you were in school but you were thinking about how he was such a jerk. If you need some titles, I have some, here:

    "Lost", "Confused", or "Hurt"

    Hope this helps, and please keep writing!
    Take care, :)

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