ArguingA Poem by victoriaLoud voices Angry tone Aggressive words Mean to the soul Tears will fall While I sit up in my room Listening to two people Just simply argue They fights get worse The words grow louder The choice of name calling because Meaner while I sit up in my room. I sometimes go down And I argue to But im scared one day That the argueing will get outta hand And there wont be either a you, or a me. © 2012 victoria |
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Added on August 10, 2012 Last Updated on August 10, 2012 |

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