The days could fly by the same way the clock ticks by.
Not a day goes by that the memories do not appear in my sorrow mind.
How did it feel, when you entered her?
Funny, how you love me and call me your soul. Yet there she goes, moaning your name.
Did you say the same things you said to me as we tangled ourselves into the bedspread?
Did you kiss her the same way you kissed me?
How did it feel, when you fucked her?
Over, and over, and over.
It makes me laugh.
You treat her as a rag doll.
Hell, I do not care anymore.
The things i've done to keep his relationship running.
You took it all for granted.
HOW CAN I TRUST YOU KNOWING THOSE WORDS YOU'VE SAID WERE PROBABLY SAID TO HER AS YOU FUCKED HER DEEP AND HARD.
This makes me sick.
How dare you.
HOW DARE YOU.
I... I have no voice.
Just go and Fuck her again, lie to me again.
It isn't the first and it won't be the last.
I'm going before I rip my own hair out for being the pathetic little girl... the foolish little girl who fell for the words of a viper before he stung me with the deadly poison of love.
My walls are decaying.
My red velvet walls are slowly turning black.
Little by little the poison is entering my soul...
My heart....
My veins...
Foolish for me to fall for the sweet poison of the viper.
Foolish little girl..
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Bewildered Truth.
PoetryI'm just a child who writes as if tomorrow is my last day on earth. A child whose style does not consist of short skirts and pink make up, but of pens and notebooks. My mind is as ease once the ink hits the paper, every thought lingering around my m...
