I don't know if it was her or him or them

I'm bored with my own words

so tired of this curse

there's too many I could blame 

but I hold it all as shame

for she tricked me 

after she picked me

and manipulated my dreams

to give it all away 

as she stabbed my heart for play

I'm better now

as I laugh outloud

though the wounds are still cut deep

they should have checked

with the tears i wept

but they just sat back 

and watched me sweat

to save them 

 

 

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The O'jays

Backstabbers.

KS

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A Few Chice Words

Intriguing style. The wounds watch you sweat to heal them. What artistry lives here! ~ Lady A ~



 

 

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Thanks, Lady A! Oh those old

Thanks, Lady A! Oh those old wounds. Keep trying to write the scabs off my body but then the blood flow starts to clot and I don't get it all out. I supposed we're still healing. Appreciate your comment. ~HW 


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