Taunting me, by Too Blinded by the lips of L*O*V*E* to taste their sweet poison!
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it takes careful grace
to fall on your face
to slip into hell
then come back well
did you think it was over
because the conversation couldnt mend
did you think it never happened
that i could be your friend
Fuck
i knew this is how it would be
with me still twisted
in your memory
it makes realize
how stupid i was
to buy into your lies
but i'm done
i thought i won
but i know
this isnt a game of control
but o well
i've wandered the streets of hell
i'm not worried anymore
not trying to settle the score
i have more important things to do
than try to get back at you
because now i'm teetering on happiness
when i slip inside his kiss
yeah his not yours
you lost that right
the time you turned day to night
but i'm over you
nothing but bitter regret
but that's nothing to sweat |
Posted: 2008-02-14 15:51:30 UTC |
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2008-02-21 21:05:45 | Sarah |
WOW! Thats a really good poem. Verry deep. I loved it. |