Your Song

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: October 02, 2016

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Submitted: October 02, 2016



Your Song


You are singing my story right here in your song,

The words they are mine and with me belong.

You’re pulling me in to the world that is yours

You’re smashing out windows, opening doors.


All the sorrow and pain I’ve kept buried for long,

You’re pouring it all out into that stupid song.

I don’t want to listen, I don’t want to know,

This song is too painful I wish it would go.


You’re plucking my heartstrings, bleeding me dry;

You are making me curl up, making me cry.

Your voice is a weapon, so strong and so cruel,

Making me feel like I’m just some dumb fool.


All the emotion, it’s pouring straight out,

The words tell my story without any doubt.

How do you know this, the unspoken dread

For it has been buried down deep in my head?


But here you are singing it loud and so clear,

It’s out in the open for the world to hear.

I hate it, I love it, in a kind of defeat

So I’m pressing the button – the one marked repeat!

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