Sympathy. in Poetry by Me
- Dec. 15, 2015, 10:40 p.m.
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I don’t hate you, love
I feel bad for you because
You missed out on me
I’m incredible
And now you will never know
Exactly how so
And I feel sad too
Because you don’t even know
Why I pity you
You go through your life
Oblivious to how much
Better your life could be
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Lobbastah ⋅ December 15, 2015
I am apparently feeling my oats tonight...
Mr. Mofo ⋅ December 15, 2015
Very oatsey. This is like poem trail mix mixed with Vodka.
Lobbastah Mr. Mofo ⋅ December 15, 2015
It's not just for breakfast anymore.
Mr. Mofo Lobbastah ⋅ December 15, 2015
Vodka has NEVER been JUST for breakfast.
bearman ⋅ December 16, 2015
Very good