You stole everything from me
Why would you do that to me?
After everything I have done for you,
You just leave me here with all this Responsiablity.
WHY?
I can’t do everything by myself.
School, work, and caring for another life
Why would you leave me like that?
Am I not special anymore?
Am I just a name in your little black book?
I let you steal everything from me.
WHY?
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 |
| That Saturday night I will always remember | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| I don’t get what I want | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| You stole everything from me | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
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