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...SUICIDE...

Poetry By: lifeofrhyme
Romance



suicide


Submitted:Jul 22, 2011    Reads: 35    Comments: 0    Likes: 3   


I take,

One step forward; and a hundred back,

I got,

One intention; and I gamble my stack.

I try,

One more time; to make you see,

That there 'ain't no better man for you than me...

I laugh,

Once quite loudly, to hide the tears,

I cringe,

Once I realise; my very worst fears,

I try,

One more time; to make you see,

That there 'ain't no better man for you than me...

But; your'e so mad at me that you cannot speak

And; my reactions make me appear so weak

Then; I notice you are packing my case

And; I try to hold you so you slap my face...

With; one almighty outburst it is plain to see

You've, made your mind up to set me free

Now; I'm regretting everything that I've done...

Oh baby,

When you pack my bags, can you pack my gun?

I got;

One big hole in the middle of my heart

I try;

Once more to remind you of how we were at the start

I have;

One more trick hidden up my sleeve,

But; youv'e seen it all before and you ask me to leave..

Now; you're so strong that you cry no tears

And; I recall to you the number of years

Then; you recount to me my spiteful attack

And; then you tell me there's no going back...

With; my own words ringing in my ears I find

I; walk the pathway going out of my mind

Now; I'm regretting everything that I've done...

Oh baby,

When you packed my bags did you pack my gun?

When you...

Did you...

When you...

Did you...

When you...

Did you...

Oh baby...

When you packed my bags, did you pack my gun?





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