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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 you’ve been phoning all day, But I can’t face you now, Nothing you want me to hear I can say. I know I’ve been cruel, and leading you on, Once things were cool my feelings had gone, I never wanted to play games, Yet did all along, I’m at my weakest when I come across strong. I told you I loved you and did do convincingly, I’d 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 I’ve created a Bitch, The next one she’ll 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 ‘perfect’ storm

Bachus 28-Jun-03/9:02 PM
"and did do convincingly" please don't be a booger eater on my shift. Remove the 'do' for christ sake. And never use a mediocre movie for the last line of a poem, ever. And being a Bitch is inherited actually, normally from a feminine role model in close constant vicinity during the rearing of the said CHILD.




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