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I put my hands over my ears.
Tears drench my cheeks.
I look through my mind . I know what I seek.
Emerald Jewelry and a blue gutair pick.
Sweetness, happiness, now I feel sick.
I find instead tuants and jeers.
They come faster. THe flow of my tear's.
The monster, paindweller, with his thick black locks.
He changed his sweetness much to my shock.
from cradling me in his arms and kissing my ear.
Instead he mocks me and screamed at me. Became my worst fear.
The monster paindweller is the cross.
Bur he is not holey just a cause of loss.
After taking you there are many side effects.
Pregnancy, saddness, and loads of regret
But the monster paindweller can be good in ways.
He has given me my bundel of joy for me to enjoy for the upcoming days.
So monster paindweller you fox like b*****d you.
Even when you say it and don't mean it 'I love you too.'
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Title:
Pain Dweller
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Artist:
Hostile Paper Clip
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Description:
A poem that has to do with My son and his father. :3
Some of it might be confusing. @ - @
Like the Emerald jewelry and gutair pick are just memoirs I have of his and he is the cross because that's what his name means.
Anyway I hope you enjoy. :3
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Date:
11/07/2008
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Tags:
pain
dweller
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