It's time for me to face the truth,
and taste my bitter words.
I've been telling lies for years,
and now they've all caught up.
I'd tell myself I don't need to worry,
I'm on the search for Mr. Right,
ignore the whispers creeping in my ears,
saying 'You want Mr. Wrong'.
I didn't want to hear the truth,
not even from myself,
but I tripped the other day,
as I tried to run.
I want him like a hit,
of good cocaine.
Taste him once,
I want him twice.
It's all down hill from here.
I know he's no Prince Charming,
but I'm not looking for a fairytale.
I'm addicted to the kind of man,
who drags me to the grave.
Author notes
Option 2
Creeping, Taste, Words, Hear, Worry
A contest entry
- Like options? I have them. by Simone Brooklyn.
400 points, ended January 4, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dark and/or Love poetry contest, posted from Korea! (ROK) by Akarian.
950 points, ended January 20, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critiques?
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Very, very interesting. I couldn't even tell it was a word bank poem until I saw your authors notes. I'm impressed by that. You did a very great job with this. GOod luck in my contest
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I can seem to only find 4 words from the word bank. Could you please list them in the authors notes? I'm going to go put that in the rules right now. Otherwise, it's great. Thanks for entering.
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Done.
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Thank you! I really enjoyed your poem, it seems like you put a lot into it. A lot of people don't do that. Great job, and thanks again for entering. =]
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