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Stephanie Mutton Poem
someone tell me what love is
someone explain
why parents call it tough love
when all it is, is pain
hitting ,yelling, screaming,
doesn't sound like love to me
getting up getting out, leaving
sounds like catastrophe
Someone tell me what love is,
someone help me understand
how two people can be so distant
walking hand in hand
no more sweet "I love you"s
tell me what would you do
while in her shoes
fighting for love
about to lose it all
isn't your love
supposed to catch you when you fall?
someone tell me what love is
someone help me figure it out
back stabbing each other
isn't what friendships all about
arguing,patience wearing thin
what happened to late nights,and pillow fights
will i ever understand the game I'm sent to win?
I want real love
like lovers
causing a scene on the silver screen
i want real love
no more heartbreak we feel as teens
I want the hand in hand
toes in the sand
watching sunsets,sunrise
birds, fireflies
being so close,
what i love the most
getting butterflies
from the look in your eyes
that's the love i want
that's what love should be
no one should have to explain it to me
its the feeling in my heart
i should have gotten from the start.
Copyright © Stephanie Mutton | Year Posted 2008
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Stephanie Mutton Poem
The curtain rises and the act begins
put that foot here
say this word now
don't you advertise that fear
Cause babe we're putting on a show
the fake smiles come to natural
and I got to let you know
we got to get control
got to stop this
The words come out flawlessly
we been through this act hundred of times
knowing what to do
and what to say
hiding our souls so secretly
praying to god no one finds out
Hey babe, look the curtains closing
we waited to long
our bodies their disposing
for the next show, they're too wrong
tried too hard to be the right one
didn't last long
now our act is done
and our chance is gone
Cause babe we put on a good show
the fake smiles came too natural
and Its too late to realize
too late to control
Copyright © Stephanie Mutton | Year Posted 2008
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Stephanie Mutton Poem
A dress of black Silk
A Head of golden curls
laughter rolling, glasses clinking
cheeks are rosy, eyes are twinkling
the hostess rises
the look of perfection
beauty brains and poise
all into one
on-lookers sigh in admiration
and watch as she walks away
when out of the range of the admirers glances
she ducks into a stall
and takes her chances
Who's going to notice the few pounds?
I want to reach the final destination
just a few more than ill be there
I want to be perfect
According to their standards
I want to be in control
so Im going to reach that goal.
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How perfect can a person be
to make herself sick endlessly
and throw her future away
just to acceed the standards of today?
Copyright © Stephanie Mutton | Year Posted 2008
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