i asked him for a hug,
i already knew what
the answer was.
but when he said no
-like i knew he would-
i will never forget the look on his
face.
he stared at me with a look of
pure disgust and hatred
like i was a
piece of dust,
that need to be swept up.
'*'
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...
