~WALK AWAY~
Sick of being abused,
Always feeling used;
Tired of that attitude,
Your inconsiderate use of my soul,
I am done fighting for control;
We are to much the same,
I am tired of the game;
This is just the price we pay,
Living day to day!
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| ~WALK AWAY~ | 0 | 03/19/2010 |
| Sun Bond | 3 | 12/09/2008 |
| James | 0 | 12/09/2008 |
| My Bright Starr | 0 | 12/05/2008 |
| Endured | 1 | 12/05/2008 |
| Little Black Dot | 1 | 12/05/2008 |
| A Fatal High | 1 | 12/05/2008 |
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