You know you want to be me,
with these blasphemy drenched hands.
I underestimated
the hearts Id break
to get my way,
the lengths Id go
to stay the same.
Words floated over these
glossy lips,
ripping the ribbons
off those sugar coated words.
I lied,
I cheated,
and I stole your heart,
with every intention
of letting it collect dust,
on my filled up trophy shelf.
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Written November 13th, 2005
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this is really good i love it
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aww im so glad you ended up postin this!!! i love it!
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I really enjoyed the content and the overall intent of this piece. Sometimes you can be a eart stealer without knowledge of it... other times, you are fully aware of it, like this. This reads very smoothly; but I do have one minor suggestion. The last line reads a little long for the rest of the poem. I would shorten it from "on my filled up trophy shelf" to something simple like "on my overflowing trophy shelf" it only takes out one word "up" but it flows a little easier off the tongue. Other than that, wonderful job.
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this was really good...
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that was so good babe!..i luved it..luv ya lots
-Britt
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