Damn you-
leaving me on this stupid, fucking cliff
As always
Nowhere to go,
No way to climb,
No tangible place to climb to
With a snow-white face,
Snow-white naivety to match
Watch it all turn plum-purple
As you come along
To pull me up, to push me off
And I'll tumble into your arms every time
Captured by pretty words
And petty guilt
I have to do better-
Epic fail really isn't an acceptable option
So I'll come along,
You'll drag me
Chain me, beat me, etc.
It's okay.
Leave me at the sixteenth stop,
And Sleepy comes to rescue his Snow White
Tis Late. Comments, as always, appreciated
Comments
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i like this a lot!
makes me think lots..
3 clappies, if i had any...hehe..
btw, what happened to using *bunny*? -
hey, sup?
well. this is an interesting analogy! hey, you should really try writing as yourself. i get the feeling that this isn't "you" - you are not a weak person. the character in this story is - she has shackled herself to this boy who is hurting her, and refuses to let go, whether or not it is in her power. in any event, you should write from your own perspective once in a while because that's what poetry is all about - expressing yourself. trry it. good write, i guess.
luv ya,
lovey -
hey meredith tis a cool poem i suppose.
It's very dark and scary and mysterious but it's good and flows well.
Keep writing!
*KT*
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