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a Poem written while at work .. |
Words can be So simple , Yet so comlpex. So far . . The beginning . the End , and what comes after , play a part , in your Comical laughter .. Such meaningless words you speak , with such meaningful ears. Such Pathetic hope you wear. Covered with rose vines , you must stare filling your heart with doubt .. Something you cant go without .. more and more of it , you crave to get bit .. crave for the fun of it .. Muffled by the words i wish to say .. Your words arent .. per say just words . they jab .. they upper cut .. low blow. just words flowing out , with no turn of the faucet .. with no wipe of the towel no clean feel of security. The words shouldn't stick , but They do. They don't hurt when you say them as much as it hurts to TEAR THEM OFF MY SKIN. I know that i'm not these thing you mutter .. But i cant help that i feel So apart of the gutter cause to rip these words of my skin , leave a burn .. an imprint a Trigger. Mister .. You gotta Know. this Earth isnt yours to defect. to make judgement , to overrule opinion . to downgrade the Women. You dont know our triggers. what made us bitter .. Must come from the same side to know whats on the other side run from this side of life .. |