White flag rapidly waves,
I have been beaten.
Torn and frayed, scattered,
upon the grounds I’m spread.
Loving you no easy task,
while the bitches hold the key
Your ways so sincere,
leaving me well beaten.
Words after the blow,
hand then a sweet kiss,
Screw it all damn it,
they know the deal.
Filthy ass tramps
whom known it all
down on their knees
giving unto you.
Tired I am of running,
playing for your heart,
wicked is the player
who gave to them all.
I have been shook down,
bleeding upon the concrete.
Left over tears falling
as I slowly die.
Nothing is worth nothing,
you gave it all to me
your heart Your love,
then to another bitch,
you shared it all.
Battle has been won,
away I crawl in shame.
Beggars cant be chooser’s
when the one you love,
can’t love you in return…
Flag is flying high tonight,
a precious shade of white
Dripping with victory
as you all watch and fricken smile.
Author notes
What else can I say I have been defeated, slapped and hung to dry....DAMNNNNNNNNN IT!
A contest entry
- Recognizing Defeat by LaylaLace.
600 points, ended March 23, 2008, 29 entries
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Comments
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We all have witnessed that moment of feeling defeat at some point, you bring all the raw emotion right into the readers soul in this write, well done baby...love you...Scott
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Very raw, and very real. Good luck in the contest!
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oh mummy this has such a sad ring to it which has brought tears to my eyes no one sould have to feel like this particuly you. I love you
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Never walk away defeated hold your head up high
When all fights have been completed look him in the eye
You never lose the battle when the prize ain't worth the fight
So feed him to his cattle, turn him out and say good night!
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