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Another Encounter |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
She could have stole my heart Instead she stomped it apart, Ripping it from my chest with just a glance I didn’t even stand a chance. No, she didn’t use those black leather stiletto heels With the straps wrapping up her leg, She stomped me down as I told her what I feel I wanted to tell her even if I had to beg, But she wouldn’t listen to what I wanted to say. She told me of my faults in detail And everything that I had ever done wrong, Of all the attempts I’d make that would fail, Oh that list seemed like it was way too long. She slapped me with words so cruel, Not hand with the polished nails and expensive rings, Yes she made me out to be the fool, With a harshness of a thousand bee stings. I guess she just didn’t understand I am just a man. Gloom Figured I'd try another one since the first went over so well |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Very interesting picture here. A seductive picture of a painful experience. I like it. [This message has been edited by WhiteRose (07-25-2002 10:15 AM).] |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Thank you, White Rose, Pleased you enjoyed it. I guess pain is what I write best about. Gloom |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
I think pain comes easy to a poet. At least that is the way it is for me. Writing about upbeat subjects is more of a chore. Whatever you write about, I see you do it well. I look forward to reading more. *thinking..does that make me morbid?* Perhaps, but what's a little morbidity between friends? :-) |
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