My thoughts:
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Boys
I stutter.
I stumble.
It's your fault...
Stupid Boy.
You smile
And talk.
I feel such a rush
when I'm with you.
I sometimes blush
at the thought of you.
Stupid Boy.
You have big eyes,
A big smile.
I can't help that
I wanna hang out with you
Once in a while.
Stupid Boy.
You come back
Out of the blue.
Make me almost
Fall for you.
Then you leave.
I smile.
I laugh.
We're friends.
You say you'd do anything for me.
Then why don't you explain
If you're feelilng
The same thing?
Stupid Boy.
Stupid. Stupid.
I feel stupid
to like you---
Stupid Boys.
(I wrote this poem May 15, 2007)
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4 comments:
Brava!! I don't think I've seen another poem like it (such an artfully arranged use of the word "stupid")
Thanks. Each stanza is about a different boy. -lol- The word "stupid" separates them.
I like how the word stupid seperates each boy. It's so true they're each stupid in their own ways.
Another interesting thing about this poem--- At face value it calls the boys stupid. But subtly, I'm calling MYSELF stupid. You know, for liking them.
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