The ache of your sympathy
is showing signs of cowardice,
something
you
are
not
suppose
to expose.
I fear damaging what
broad of an ego you have
I fear that
these feeble accusations might consume me
and the reality of who I am may be out casted by what you falsely portray yourself to be
But its okay if you steal the blood straight from my genes
and its perfect for you to propagate every feeling you know that I possess
for the strengthing of your defense
or the muscles in your tongue
so you can rehash every word I've just said
and spit them
back
in
my
face
When you don't belong anywhere near me to begin with.















Comments
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The Way You Look At Me Inspires Creativity and Nothingness.
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and as the summer's ending,
the cool air will put your hard heart away.
you were so condescending...
and this is all that's left:
scraping paper to document.
i've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.
-d e a t h CAB
As to the poem...what lauren said
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"a maid whom there were none to praise and very few to love...Fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky."--Wordsworth
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[You're so guilty it's disgusting.]
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