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Stop
Contributed by
squeesh
on
Tuesday, 24th June 2003 @ 03:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Why do you do this to me
Can’t you see
My tears are already streaming
You make a fist
And I tighten up and wait for the blow
No one can see the bruises
I still love you
Don’t worry
I try to fight back
But I can’t
You’re to strong
You have me tied down now
It’s easier this way
I’m your dog
You can do whatever to me
You drag me around everywhere
I know this is wrong
I know it hurts
But I go along with it
Maybe I’m too scared
You endangered more people after me
You have to stop
They’re gonna take you away
Just stop stop it
They can’t take you
I didn’t tell
I swear I didn’t
I’m afraid of you now
I don’t know what you’re capable of
You don’t know how strong you are
I love you
Just stop your rampage
It’ll be ok
Just stop
But you never will
Your slaps hurt more and more
And I’m sent away
You try to get help
I’m still afraid
I knew it would come to this
Why’d it have to come to this
Please come back
Just please stop
Copyright ©
squeesh
... [
2003-06-24 03:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Stop
(User Rating: 1 ) by norm on
Thursday, 17th July 2003 @ 12:41:09 PM AEST (User
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This is a form of self abuse
your outlook is quite obtuse,
Go get a train, sit in the caboose,
And be the last on the line.
Your poem is really no excuse,
The mice on your eyes are for Dr Seuss,
You've been dealt a dirty deuce
Better to yours than to mine.
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Re: Stop
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lele on
Thursday, 17th July 2003 @ 08:07:20 PM AEST (User
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Sometimes laugh I better than cry, despite take beat isn't funny. Good poem , i liked it. |
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