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.Every Bodies doing it
is what you say when you hand me the joint
Just one won't hert
You'll be just fine
I still remember that day
When you said it was ok
I would be okay
My world was yours
Nothing but putty in your hands
Till that day
when you let me slip...
The day you let me fall to the ground
Like the putty I was
To used
To hurt
To hold again
You said we were forever
I said that I loved you
But all that
Was the monster talking
The monster...
That stole my power
my body
My faith
And to this day I am just one of your
victims
or should I say
that I am
nothing more than a monster myself...
- by CherryGoes_POP |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/06/2009 |
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Comments (2 Comments)
- greathi - 07/29/2011
- Lol no need to kill me i loved it the passion, the brilliance, the way you made the reader understand and be put in the place u were in it was pure genious.
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- CherryGoes_POP - 11/06/2009
- Any Comments Accepted,Good or bad.But just remember I KNOW WERE YOU LIVE...well I'll look it up,thats why god gave us the yellow pages,so we could kill people.Woo!Ok I'm done.Hope you like it.(the poem)
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