Manipulation,
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off your fingers.
Twisting my heart,
into your tangled mess of SEX.
Crystal blue whispers,
cold as ice on my neck,
yet burning into my eyes.
Worthless "I love yous",
oh-so wasted on your deaf ears,
but you've always liked
to smear my lipstick.
Author notes
it sucks... it all sucks..
Written November 3rd, 2005
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I like it but i love the line"Crystal blue whispers cold as ice on my neck" good write
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great job babe i love it it doesnt suck at all
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shakes head...you're crazy hun, this doesn't suck, i love it.
~mystic
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oh so much emotion! i LOVE it!
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Yead I agree with everyone one else this poem doesn't suck. I liked it. Good job.
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I like this poem a lot! It so does not suck! I love the resentment I feel..and the last line is my favorite. Very vivid, and, i hate to be a parrot, but striking. very well done.
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Very striking. Format is great; i agree with above comment. Also like how you didn't make it a mile long--the shortness gives it more emphasis. Nice work.
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If by "it sucks... it all sucks" you are talking about the poem... then I disagree. However, if that's the case, you need to be more clear. If you don't like it, perhaps you shouldn't even bother posting it. If, you mean it by the situation... then I can understand a bit more. Being used in such a manner is heartbreak of the worst kind. There is nothing worse. I do however really like how you played it out in this piece. The format works wonders, and ties the reader emotionally inside, as well as gives a physical image of the subject. Great job on the poem. Thanks for sharing.
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