Peach_follows

Before I asked you... I searched for one first.
I looked in my pockets.
Fumbled through my purse.
And the harder I looked,
My anxiety got worse.
I even searched through my thoughts...
... I remembered the curse.

Just last week, in the shower.
I was making up songs.
The lyrics healed my wounds,
And righted my wrongs.
Then out my mouth,
spewed the greatest of rhymes.
"I must write this down!
Before I forget these lines!!!"

2 days later, in the store...
... I was buying some food.
I saw a guy who was so hot,
That I invisioned him nude.
He approached me saying,
"I dont mean to be rude,
But if you give me your number,
to you I'd be glued..."

Can you lift this curse,
Before it gets darker?
I have nothing to write with,
Not even a marker.
I dont have a crayon,
Or even a pencil.
I've gone far too long,
with no writing utensil.

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divine_punishment

You can borrow my pen at any time you want, Peachy! Your poem was interesting. Not your best work (I've come to expect so much from you), but it was definitely better than some of the others I have read. Keep up the good work.

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RayMe

agreed~!

My my,... a hot guy? #.# sheesh.. xD

^^ this is interesting... a nicely done...to me it sounds like an inner voice talking to u...and u spit back what it said to u.. nicely done.. ^^

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Peach_follows

I know its not my best, But I found myself getting sucked in to the same topic (one that revolves around my personal life). So this was attempt to break that.

And @ Divine... Expectations = pressure. *runs and hides*

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