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My shoes are silent on the floor and I ask myself
Do I want this anymore?
Do I want to sit here while he guilts me into submission?
Why am I always in the bad guy position?
Do I want to feel like I did something wrong?
No.
Do I love him?
I can't answer that.
While I sit in the shawdows he gets a pat.
Even now, the day of my birth, holds no candle to his naive football god.
Even now his apology is and only will be a whisper in my dreams
And now everyone sees
- by FireIsMyElement |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/26/2009 |
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- Date: 04/26/2009
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Comments (7 Comments)
- ElectraShocked - 07/23/2009
- fancy girl...I can tell you don't know a single thing about poetry... The words don't have to rhyme, drill that into your head and never forget it.
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- Corgan of the Seven Winds - 07/20/2009
- good work pat, football, shes watching from shadows as he gets praise I suppose.
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- fancy girls88 - 07/16/2009
- I like it.....but your poem doesn't have any rymes so.....I'm giving you 4/5
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- Pony-com - 07/16/2009
- It's deep. Everyone's already said that I guess. I just don't get "he get's a pat".
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- SuchSweetSorrows - 07/15/2009
- wow tis amazing
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- Reasons_for_Nitemares - 07/07/2009
- that is so deep... I don't really even understand it...
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- bursting element - 07/04/2009
- u know it is really deep , its cool and i know what u mean girls can do the same thing
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