Melissa Vitiello Poems

I answered her and told her I liked her.
Why all the fuss? I'm not a home wrecker.

Called me a druggie than said you'll hurt me if I talk to her.
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This is not a poem,

but...
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I wish to die dreaming, floating within the clouds.
I want to lie in the grass, smoke and write.

Judge me any which way but this is who I am and
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If I had known

what I was doing
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Forget it


Forget it
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I dreamt I was eating

a book.
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