the one
Contributed by
a_t0rtured_s0ul
on
Thursday, 25th December 2003 @ 04:03:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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So I got your *** in a jam,
Does that mean the friendship was a sham,
And I fell for a scam?
Did it die because I'm defective,
Too protective,
Or because I no longer want to live?
How does it feel to be the one,
Who stole my moon and my sun,
Only to turn around and run?
How does it feel to go back on your word,
I hear every word,
And remember everything that occured,
No matter how absurd,
Now our future blurred,
Can your efforts be assured?
How can you just sit back,
As the arteries of us become packed,
With the coarse, negative plaque.
Why pretend,
You're a friend,
Will you really make ammends?
How does it feel,
To be the one at the wheel,
As I waste away as your tires squeal.
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