TOY

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  • Dark Poetry

    TOY
    Being played with...
    ONCE MORE
    Tired of feeling like ...
    A WHORE
    Just a plaything
    only one thing I'm...
    GOOD FOR
    I should be running for...
    THE DOOR
    As I know what you've
    IN STORE
    Tire of playing with me ...
    THEN IGNORE
    Bitter tears begin...
    TO POUR
    Just like every time...
    BEFORE
    No matter how I plead...
    OR IMPLORE
    You'll leave me broken on...
    THE FLOOR
    I can't go through this ...
    ANYMORE

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    trocka7 commented on TOY

    06-30-2009

    BRAVO!!! I feel you on this one, for sure! thanks for sharing this...
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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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