Unreal

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    Unreal

    cell phones off/ books opened
    clock ticking/ heart resting
    love missing/ God singing
    wives bleeding/ men eating
    children working/ adults playing

    reality is unreal
    because life is unreal
    love is suffrage
    suffrage is love

    miracle is a only a miracle if done right
    if you dig
    yourself into a hole will you make it out
    if you make it big
    will you be able to survive
    now a days most people hide and lie
    so when is it the right
    time to die
    time to cry
    I lost in time
    fine

    if a girl likes a boy
    can the boy respect the girl
    but i guess sex is a plus
    but for me love is a must

    if a mother is full hate
    will her kids suffer
    but than where is the father
    if my brother brakes my trust
    will I
    well
    i' am his brother ain't I

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Ronaldo21’s Poems (9)

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