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    dots Submission Name: This Girldots

    Author: kissmystars
    ASL Info:    20/F/NY
    Elite Ratio:    3.16 - 4/5/7
    Words: 507
    Class/Type: Poetry/What you did
    Total Views: 1259
    Average Vote:    5.0000
    Bytes: 2895

       it's technically meant to be spoken, not read, but have fun with it.

    i wrote this hoping to let it go.

    it's working.

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    dotsThis Girldots

    I used to know this girl.
    I used to know this girl and I loved this girl.
    I want to be this girl.
    She was brilliant and beautiful and I loved this girl and she loved too.
    But she loved like I could never love.
    She loved in great movements, long walks, and sweet whispers.
    And one day this girl met this boy,
    and the next day she kissed this boy
    and two days later she fucked this boy, or at least that's the way he saw it.
    Three days later she loved this boy
    and he said "Baby, you know I love you too"
    But he didn't love this girl the way she loved, the way I loved this girl.
    He loved the curves of her hips, the small of her back, the touch of her breast, and the glory between her legs.
    And she continued to love this boy
    and he continued to fuck this girl
    and even when she realized that he conquered not only her,
    but her best friend too,
    I still loved this girl.
    So this girl left this boy
    and hated that girl
    and left that town to find great movements, long walks, and sweet whispers. She would love again, this girl promised herself.
    But 715 days from when she met that boy
    he found this girl and he said "baby, you know I love you"
    But this girl feared his love
    and fled his love but he found her.
    He found her and pushed this girl against the wall, and he threatened her, and pushed this girl, and he threatened her and he pushed this girl,
    and I loved this girl
    but he took this girl
    wrapped his hands around this girl
    and she gasped this girl
    but she would not cry this girl
    and he smiled, this boy, and said "baby, you know I love you, now be a girl good and open that condom for me, would you?"
    I loved this girl
    but he stole this girl
    as he squeezed this girl
    and she did not cry this girl
    but she died this girl
    as she opened the wrapper and let go of those great movements, long walks, and sweet whispers.
    And he pushed into her
    and she would not cry this girl
    and he pushed into her
    and she would not cry this girl
    and he pushed into her
    and she played along this girl
    afraid of his love,
    and when he was done
    she threw his love out of her bed
    and threw him out of the door
    but it was too late.
    I loved this girl and hated this boy.
    This boy who said he loved her,
    this boy who took everything from her.
    I knew this boy
    and I hate this boy
    and I'll never forgive this boy
    because I loved this girl.
    I loved this girl.
    I was this girl.

    Submitted on 2007-08-20 01:19:08     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      WOW!!!! This is an Amazing write!! I can see and feel the emotion vibrating, eminating from your writing. I really love this poem. It is terribly sad, I will admit that, and I am sorry about what had happened, I know someone very close to me that had that happen. She was never the same after that. She didn't die from getting raped.... but she was never the same again, she bottled herself up and became secluded, avoided boys and men alike she didn't even talk to her father much after that had happened to her. She went through hell and still goes through it, I know her very well, and I hope that she will eventually be able to see some good in other people. Again I am terribly sorry for the mishap you have dealt with. A wonderful write though, please keep writing I would love to read more.
    | Posted on 2007-08-20 00:00:00 | by Sharati_hottie | [ Reply to This ]

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