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What You Do To Me
Contributed by
Drapes
on
Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 04:21:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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In a dim lit room
I sit alone,
Playing this song again.
I know every word,
It's all about you.
My heart it will defend.
A tear rolls down
When I confess
You're my only one.
The chorus screams
My heart to you,
This song has only begun.
Verse two is slow,
It's telling you
That you're killing me.
Shouldn't need a song
To realize that,
Just take a look and see.
I've bent and broke.
I'm just too fragile
For your careless touch.
These lyrics murder.
I push stop.
This song is just too much.
Now silently
I sit alone.
A tear drops from my eye.
Reach in my closet,
Take it out
And begin with just a sigh.
I carve your name
Deep inside,
There's nothing else to do.
Luscious red
Comes flowing out,
Here's my cure from you.
Do you see
What you do to me?
I don't need to say.
Scars and tears,
Dark red stains,
You kill me everyday.
You get to me,
You're in control
Of everything I do.
But in the end,
All I can say
Is that I still love you.
9.6.06
You are my only one
Copyright ©
Drapes
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2006-09-07 16:21:08] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: What You Do To Me
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lilbabe on
Thursday, 7th September 2006 @ 07:52:30 PM AEST (User
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another good one...keep 'em coming. i really enjoy your poetry. you just may be one of my favorite poets.
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Re: What You Do To Me
(User Rating: 1 ) by ashleigh on
Sunday, 4th March 2007 @ 04:11:48 PM AEST (User
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AAAAnd that made me cry. This was so beautiful, and it radiates feeling and sorrow, and I love it. Keep it up. |
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