she told him all her guilty pleasures,
she told him all she's ever wanted - her dreams of being taunted but treated as if she'd never be tarnished... she told him everything. -
now, she wishes her tongue didn't allow it.
tonight, she sits next to the telephone
writing a note for anyone who'll read it -
the television's on & it's playing their most cherished memories, it takes her back to the times they were wrapped together under the covers like caterpillars... only their love never blossomed like a butterfly - she wonders why.
she wonders why she's never been loved,
the wondering began at home... she felt at least w/ a boy she'd find something unconditional -
but no, everything's been wrong...
"where do i belong - my parents want me gone... this man's a rolling stone... i'm tired of searching for love, i'd rather go Home."
Home's never far when you have a gun aimed at your brain, Home's never far when life gives you nothing else to gain, Home's never far when you're tired of the pain...
"w/ just a squeeze i'll finally feel the love i've always wanted."
then she pulled the trigger,
the Reaper embraced her body.
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Poésiethis is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you...
