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Contributed by razorbladerose on Monday, 28th April 2003 @ 11:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic: sarcasticpoetry



There I was once again

Standing way at the top

Looking down below

Only because I let you get to me



Feeling the long cool breeze

From a rain that had since fallen

The trees shook violently

Each time I would try to make a step



The light of the full moon

Didn't glow as orange, not even yellow

But more like an awful vomit color

I think you took over the land that evening



My head started to spin

My heart beating through my chest

Thinking about all the things I could do to you

It felt like such an evil rush



As the long cool breeze

Turned to thin silence

I heard footsteps creeping up behind me

I turned my head, and there you were



My eyes rolled up behind my head

I've been so sick and tired of your ugly face

So I did nothing

Because you are a waste of my time



It was then

You ran to me

And without speaking a word

You pushed me off the cliff!



But, you know...

To this day, I still do wonder...

How did you know I could fly?



***** you too!



Copyright © Jeannie T. 2003




Copyright © razorbladerose ... [ 2003-04-28 23:25:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: you too (User Rating: 1 )
by Metalmouth666 on Tuesday, 29th April 2003 @ 09:40:56 PM AEST
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Very Good it shows an inside anger towards this person yet you have a joking matter to the poem and I like that Great Write.


Re: you too (User Rating: 1 )
by sideshowrunaway on Wednesday, 28th May 2003 @ 01:18:40 AM AEST
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Lol that was great. The last part really cracks me up. Just another reminder of how much I really hate people.




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