Permanent ink meant Permanent promises.
(right?)
I heard their laughter cut through the air
but I didn't know it would cut me up so bad.
I tried to retain an insurency policy for your damages to my insides.
Though they all just smirked and with Fat cigars tipping out of their mouths,
said
"and what makes you so special kid?"
Honestly,
I didn't know.
I just didn't want to hurt like I know they had.
Insecurity, the last thing I wanted
but the best suprises are the ones you expect least.
(Insurence?)
A contest entry
- Whatever by Phineas Red.
900 points, ended September 24, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
ehhh.
Comments
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This was good, but the last line seemed to not fit for me, but I liked the kind of business feel this had.
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