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What makes you sick
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2003 If I were an angel
You'd rip off my wings
Toss me from Heaven.
Who cares what the future brings...
If I were your lover
You'd kill me at night
Burn me to ashes
But I'm not worth the fight...
If I were your daughter
You'd give me away
Leave me outside
I've got your sins to pay...
If I were a friend
You'd quickly stab my back
Push me away
I have nothing you lack...
If I were you
You'd kill yourself quick
Slit both your wrists
I do nothing, but make you sick.
I love this poem! And I figured since you were nice enough to sign my guestbook oh-so-long-ago, that I'd put out some effort too. Thanks for reading my 'poetry', and thanks for letting me read yours.
hiya, i know u dont know me but i was reading a few of your poems and i think you are a fantastic poet, i especially love this one i think its amazing.. i can realy relate to your writing. well done xxx
my e-mail address was incorrect; however, it wont likely matter...
dan
if i were you i'd smile now and again because if i did, maybe more people would smile back...
it's amazing that the deepest and smartest people are the ones who have the most intense thoughts.
i enjoy this poem very much; continue writing and you will one day change the (someone's) world.
thank you for reading this and letting me read yours,
dan