You were the guy momma warned me about
Still you swore never to turn roundabout
Never, ever, lose your cool or shout
Suddenly become my nightmare and clout
I remember how badly you begged me
Held my legs and clogged me
Took my peace and bugged me
Got my attention and cogged me
You started treating me like a queen
I wanted to know why, I was keen
To find your origin, where you had been
Maybe it'll tell me reasons to let you in
I wasn't careful enough on my research
My tough skin began to itch, so I switched on my torch, began to search
Unexplainably, I had contacted a rash, and I worsened it with a scratch
In no time, you had gotten the honour of my crush, altering my system with your patch
I started to enjoy the wild races
The atmosphere of dangerous places
Not minding your criminal cases
Loving you and supplying graces
I now loved the spooky jackets I once hated
Cleaved to your wishes I once grated
Admired all your art vaguely painted
The way you romanced and got me tainted
I became lost in your universe
So much that I didn't want a reverse
Or anything that could perverse
Steal or erase our written verse
Just when I begin to get comfortable
You become erratic and unbearable
Telling me you're not capable
Not cut out for love, not reliable
I try to restore your sanity
All in vain, as you've lost it all
Not even with the basic quality
Sick headed, unable to hear my call
I stand sorrowfully, watching you leave my heart cave
Clean your marks, and my feelings, roughly pave
Visibly traumatized, can't stop the horrors or flee, myself, cannot save
'Cause I'm helpless and hopeless, as here comes the obliterating...
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YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
