You can screw him,
Because I know your on the rim,
I will be pissed,
And you will be missed,
Because he will dump you,
And when they ask who?
He will say the girl that never mattered,
Your heart will be a bit tattered,
But thats what you get,
And this I will let,
For I will be mad,
Because both of you are bad,
It was his choice to screw a whore,
And it was his plan to lure,
For you fell for it,
Just to make me feel pain a bit,
I have felt the pain,
Pouring down on me like rain,
Feeling so heavyful,
I want to kill my soul,
But I have delt with it before,
And there will be more,
But when you screw with my boy,
Just like a shitty toy,
You have crossed a line,
A line that is mine,
One you can not apon sit,
While you step over it,
I will fly above,
Becausse he is the one I love,
Not you,
Or you would rue,
Not anyone,
Just me because hes as bright as the sun.
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The Blood That Stains The Pages
PoesiaThese are just random poems I tend to write when Im feeling depressed