‘Don’t worry dear’
She’ll come round
You only beat her
To the ground
Some scented perfume
A lick of paint
A tray of biscuits –
You’ll be a Saint
You only made her
Cry and cry
Made her give up
And want to die
It’s not that bad
We can make it better
She just needs support
Then a brand new sweater
And it doesn’t matter
If you blame it on her
It’s her fault anyway
I’m sure she’ll concur
And if you do it again
And then again
it’ll only a slip up
now and then
A punch is painful
I agree
but it will heal
you will see
So go on dear
Tell her that
it’s her fault
the little brat.
A contest entry
- Pain/Hurt/Life scars. Release your pain to me by LanguishedLad.
450 points, ended April 24, 2008, 55 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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haha y0ur better than you make yourself out to be ps love the stuf you put about emos on your page lol
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oh dear do you feel this way? thats so sad..
but i do know how you feel you did an amazing job of expressing the emotions in this poem! i love the first stanza.. but then i loved it all lol!
(you know this is one of those times i can blab on and on about one i reallylike lol..)
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