Wasted

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
SOME NAUGHTY WORDS < Warning.

Submitted: December 21, 2009

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She's sick of your mood swings

Your pickings, and choosings

She's sick of your ons and offs

Sick! of your moans and scoffs


Well Done. You've broken her heart

Welcome to Crappy Town, where do we start? 

She wasted all my words and more

You called her "Lazy Bitch." and "Dirty Whore


Here you go boy, Here's a gold star

You really know how to make her scar

She wasted all her life and soul

On you, you stupid "Know it all"


She can't deal with loss and regret

In her mind, and body is set

The feeling that love is a dangerous task

It wears a guise, a dangerous mask


She wasted all her words and more

You'd dance on her grave,  for sure

Never met someone as wicked as you

You wasted her time, and her body too


So she calls out in desperate persuit

Of the befitting mind, to help recruit

The withered army of her mind

The wasted, needs a hand so kind


To pick her up out of the dust

Show mercy, will and trust

She can give you all her words and more

And see like a dove, she will soar


Out of pain, out of waste, out of gloom

Out of the locked darkness of her room

She reaches out to your kind embrace

Truth will out, She knows your face



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