What hurts the most-
Is nothing said,
For I'm a book,
Already read.
To be left to sit
Right on the shelf.
The dust collects,
And builds up more.
Try not to sneeze,
If you walk right
Through the door.
That's what I am now,
To you.
Sometimes I wonder,
If you know that you hurt,
Everyone who dares,
To love you at all.
If they fall,
You'll catch them,
But they'll drop,
Just the same.
These are the girls,
That won't even speak,
Your horrible name.
Soon they will hate you.
Soon they will all turn away.
Will you ever learn,
To be subtle in your ways?
You say it's not a lie.
You say it's not all fake.
Who will then believe you,
When your life's at stake?
Comments
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Second stanza: right on the next line
don't repeat soon -
The transition from the line
and builds up more to you will sneeze, just doesn't flow correctly. Other than that, great poem!
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