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I want to punch the walls. I want to feel the bugs crawl Down from the cracks Over my spine And that sickening fit, It swells up inside, Until it spills over, Screams and cries. "I'll throw you to the curb!" I yelled while tears poured down my eyes. "Just leave me. Just let me die!" "If you can't accept All of my sweet love, Then how could I marry This torture and crime?" And I chased him, Down the dark road, Until I couldn't even See his pale neck. "Good riddance!" Then the rivers poured, My heart bled, And I fell down to my knees. The Earth spun and There in the middle of the road, I wept, and I called To the Heavens and to Hell. "Bring me the love I need! Lords knows! He can tell! I've turned my back on you, And the world for this hate." The rot in my chest, And all the pain that I felt, Was lifted away, There, I watched it melt. It flew from my weeping eyes And torn open heart. The tar and rot danced But I winced seeing it part. That was the key To my joy and my light. Maybe one day, I hoped, Would return my sweet knight.
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Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 9:21 PM UTC
Reencounter With The Devil
I want to punch the walls. I want to feel the bugs crawl Down from the cracks Over my spine And that sickening fit, It swells up inside, Until it spills over, Screams and cries. "I'll throw you to the curb!" I yelled while tears poured down my eyes. "Just leave me. Just let me die!" "If you can't accept All of my sweet love, Then how could I marry This torture and crime?" And I chased him, Down the dark road, Until I couldn't even See his pale neck. "Good riddance!" Then the rivers poured, My heart bled, And I fell down to my knees. The Earth spun and There in the middle of the road, I wept, and I called To the Heavens and to Hell. "Bring me the love I need! Lords knows! He can tell! I've turned my back on you, And the world for this hate." The rot in my chest, And all the pain that I felt, Was lifted away, There, I watched it melt. It flew from my weeping eyes And torn open heart. The tar and rot danced But I winced seeing it part. That was the key To my joy and my light. Maybe one day, I hoped, Would return my sweet knight.
There is no pattern the the rhyme really... Sorry for that. I felt that it was put where needed.
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genevive-louise-sweeney
American
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 9:21 PM UTC
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