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Going insane... Wrote a new poem... Angsting again for some unknown reason... angry poem instead of sweet one... But oh well here it goes...
I'm writing this here verse,
as if it was a curse,
and it's weighing against my mind.
Although this may be harsh,
and your sympathy is sparse,
you were never really kind.
I wish that it weren't so,
I wish that you weren't mine,
I guess that it wasn't needed,
Especially in rhyme.
Though I love you dear,
Your drving me insane,
amd everything you say to me is filling me with pain.
Days keep passing us by,
but we never do a thing.
You never want to talk,
and when we do it's the same thing.
It always leads to the exact same fight,
and always gives me hell.
I just wanted you to know,
that this isn't just for show.
That I think that your a jerk.
for giving me all the work,
and your really are to blame,
for everything you say.
 Salt-Encrusted-Servitude · Wed Sep 10, 2008 @ 01:52am · 2 Comments |
