What if...
I don't want to...
What then...
What will become of you...
Will you cry tears and wallow?
Maybe you'll just move on.
What about me...
What will I be...
A whore...
That is if I follow you...
But if I don't...
I'm just a female dressing up as a dog.
A bitch.
A bitch to you,
and the rest around you.
If I bite my tongue and carry on...
Will you continue on...
If I tell you to stop,
will you not like me anymore,
even though you said you'd always do...
I suppose it's best to just leave you...
Before you ask me for more...
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I'll let this poem speak for itself.
YOU ARE READING
Life Beneath The Words At Play
PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
