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Creating A Bitch (Free verse) by Kitch
My stomachs so tight I can hardly breathe.
Since late last night when I watched you leave.
I felt no sorrow, no remorse,
Your life was planned till I blew it off course.
Now its tomorrow and youâve been phoning all day,
But I canât face you now,
Nothing you want me to hear I can say.
I know Iâve been cruel, and leading you on,
Once things were cool my feelings had gone,
I never wanted to play games,
Yet did all along,
Iâm at my weakest when I come across strong.
I told you I loved you and did do convincingly,
Iâd hold you close,
Smell you like a rose,
But now what you think of me?
I cannot be allowed to do this again,
Set free her love then tie her in chains.
She was so sweet,
Now Iâve created a Bitch,
The next one sheâll meet will be hated then ditched.
She will be me in femme fatale form,
To set the unsuspecting free,
By the sunlight in her eyes,
To the âperfectâ storm
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