GIRLS

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They make you chase them. They make you race them.
It's for them, a game. You will go insane. You will be blue.
And. that's what they like to do.
These games you can't win. They don't make you grin. That, you don't know.
Away, you go.

Girls.

They make you compete agains other guys.
You'll cry. You'll ask why.
They make you compete. It's not neat.
They'll lie, cheat, steal. They'll make you cry.
Good won't be see, how you'll feel.

Girls.

They see, it's true, like you them to pursuit. The pursuit is a hoot.
They, you make you pursue. Yes, that's what they make you do. Blue.
Then, they choose another guy. It really makes you cry.
They use their voice. They make another choice.

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girls

nice poem...Why don't you try free verse sometime?...that would be nice too......heather