This is a poem i wrote when i got bored titled "You wouldn't know"
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You wouldn't understand the things i do,
the thoughts i think,
the feelings i feel.
You wouldn't understand the ryhmes i write,
the poems i read,
or the songs i sing.
You wouldn't understand, so i ask you not to,
I ask you to listen,
i ask you to feel,
i ask you to think.
But mostly, i plead you to think, listen and feel.
I ask you to understand this,
one feeling, one time, one place.
I asked you to take it with you, to let the thought live.
think about it, feel it, listen to it.
But when i told you,
you did not,
you laughed and scorned it.
As you walked away it floated on the breeze,
and slowly died.
You didn't understand
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