Emmatutu
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Ok, this is a poem. (No name)
The door opens slowly and sadly
There is only darkness inside
I go to pick up a ripped towel
And I try to wipe my eyes
The towel gets wet
And I run for the tissue
I try to cry softly
But I really miss you
The tissue runs out
And the rest are wet
It strikes a memory
Of the first time we met
We bumped into each other
Soaked from the rain
Us were the only ones left
On that dark foggy lane
I snap back to the present
And I remember we never were
Because you cheated on me
And went for her
I run to the kitchen
Get out a knife
You know what comes next
There goes my life
To prevent any straight forward criticism, I'm making it a poll only.
But please vote!
The door opens slowly and sadly
There is only darkness inside
I go to pick up a ripped towel
And I try to wipe my eyes
The towel gets wet
And I run for the tissue
I try to cry softly
But I really miss you
The tissue runs out
And the rest are wet
It strikes a memory
Of the first time we met
We bumped into each other
Soaked from the rain
Us were the only ones left
On that dark foggy lane
I snap back to the present
And I remember we never were
Because you cheated on me
And went for her
I run to the kitchen
Get out a knife
You know what comes next
There goes my life
To prevent any straight forward criticism, I'm making it a poll only.
But please vote! 
