Lying on the bathroom floor
You suffer from the night before.
Your throat is burning (stomach bile)
Stability is not your style.
Look at you, you're such a mess
Your heart's been ripped out of your chest.
The lipstick on your pillow case
Is smeared across your pretty face.
You taste like death and you smell of regret
You're all alone, but you're not dead yet.
Your eyes are swollen, reddened and sore
You're just another broken whore.
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i love the rhyme to this. Its well placed (not forced)
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I love the structure and the rhyming of this poem. ♥;;
Great write hun.
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thank you so much. my friend actually told me something about it..but she wasnt sure about i
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I like the story you tell. The whole rhyme thing is just a little overdone but it works with this.
Your throat is burning (stomach bile)
Stability is not your style.
That's awesome. Good write. -
cute write....
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