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pihsdneirf ruo fo dne eht(The Burn) (Free verse) by thepinkbunnyofdoom
You've disregarded everything
That I ever said and burned me
And I used to think that we were friends
Apparently all I am to you is...
Worse than what you've ever been
Am I so easily forgotten
Do those drunken nights mean anything
Or was I merely, just a distraction
I used to lie on your bed
Watching movies and just talking
Wrapped in the comfort of you
And occasionally we'd break into old games
That we've both been known to play
I guess this time you got me
So as I crash, healing from this burn
Thinking to myself... You never learn
You've inspired something in me
More than just a spark of envy
A borderline frenzy, that just might crack
The walls I've built to house my hatred
Are you ready to dance with the devil's son
You've tasted my pain
You've tasted my passion
Are you ready to taste my fury
You thought I was kidding
When I said this hurt me
Well now I have to laugh in your face
Next time you call me your friend
A smile will cross my lips
And I will have to call you a liar
I'd do anything for a friend
In case you can't tell
I'm done being that to you
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Arithmetic Mean: 6.6666665
Weighted score: 6.218431
Overall Rank: 967
Posted: March 19, 2005 7:57 AM PST; Last modified: March 19, 2005 7:57 AM PST
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.....new skin under the burns......
This poem brought it to mind. That's all I can remember of my "burned" poem. I was pretty crazy over that guy. I've forgotten all about him now, oh...and the poem was thrown away with the memory. That's all I could retrieve from that dusty part of my memory.
Good stuff, pinkbunny-guy. I'll read some more of yours.