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Forget it...k?

Member since 2003 · Posted 21 Aug 2003 · 4 comments

If that is what you have to do, if that is how you have to act, then fuck it. I don't want it. Stay thee away. Opening your legs to that man, as I sat and watched, oh misery sat beside me. I play the guitar, and pretend I can't see, try to mask and hide, in no one I confide. My heart bleeds black blood, blood that I can taste, a part of me, a piece of me, has died. I am nothing.

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[2] DreamerSupreme 21-Aug-03/7:47 AM Reply

Stay thee away.

nice one shakespear.. i really liked the ending, i think it was the best part of the whole poem.

heres a 2

[7] Nirvana13666 21-Aug-03/11:01 AM Reply

My heart bleeds black blood,
blood that I can taste,

Nice line. I like when people write and realize poetry isnât about rhyming. Your words flow freely and when read aloud seem like no other words can fit next to each other.

[n/a] SupremeDreamer › Nirvana13666 21-Aug-03/1:42 PM Reply

you talk like you know what your babbling about.. you dont..

"my heart bleeds" ok, this has been used who knows how many times... and adding black blood doesnt help. stop talking out your ass.

[7] horus8 21-Aug-03/2:58 PM Reply

Could you talk more about the opening of legs?