When you leave me,
And believe me you'll leave me
Keep me in a closet
At the back of your mind
You can turn me on like a faucet,
Whenever you have time.
~
When you meet me,
And I'm sure you'll meet me,
We'll get along just fine
But believe me you'll say please to leave me
This isn't the first time.
~
When you see me,
I'll draw you right in
But it's a tactic to survive don't fall for it sweetheart
'Cause I'll be the one to die
~
A/N: After 7th grade I got obsessed with writing poems and most of that summer was spent in my room on my bed looking at poems by William Shakespeare, Charles Bukowski, Pablo Neruda, anything I could get my hands down I wrote in a notebook. I still have the notebook I just found it and this is one of the poems I wrote in it.
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The Weeping Woods
PoetryAgony in the form of stanzas, words in the form of little silent cries. I made the cover but I don't own any of the pictures. !There's also quite a bit of explicit language!
