Open Poetry #37 |
What's Left |
Foxyoasis Senior Member
since 2003-06-10
Posts 974Atlantic Beach,Fla |
They use me They abuse me in the end they mean nothing to me. The tears shed off my porceline face are bitter sweet The hands you place upon not only me but my very being has finally broken me For I can't even trust my true friend where does that leave me. unedited Fool me once shame on you.....Fool me twice shame on me..... |
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ctowen Member Elite
since 2001-10-18
Posts 2286Green Mountains of VT |
.... unedited .... somethings are left for ourselves to finish, to be made our own .... liked the direction you took this ... what is left may never be right but it is the beginning of who we really are ... Ct |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
Its weird how the world isn't the world in the human connections human connections is what you talk about but we always get back to your like the rest its abit like that |
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