Too far
Too far
It’s gone too far
This panicked web you weave
So long
So long
Lasted too long
(And I) just can’t believe
You’d dare…
Don’t you drag them down
(Don’t) you eat them up
No more hunger, no more feasts for you
Starve, starve, starve it out
This wicked longing for survival
(Call) it a revival if you will,
I won’t
Carve, carve, carve it out
This twisted vision of retention
I guess (you) can’t see it’s dementia
I do
White coats
White hearts
White floating down
White when it first began
Now green
Now dark
Now we’ve grown cold
Now I can’t see the (friend)
(Anymore…)
Don’t you drag them down
Don’t you eat them up
No more hunger, no more feasts for you.
Starve, starve, starve it out
This wicked longing for survival
Call it a revival if you will,
I won’t
Carve, carve, carve it out
This twisted vision of retention
I guess you can’t see it’s dementia
I do
(And I Don’t Call you friend Anymore...)
Author notes
This fits TWO situations in my life, actually. They're both horrifically aggrivating.
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This is a great poem and it really does fit really well. I love you dearly and keep holding out. Remember, graduation is almost here. GRADUATION = No more creepy people. Great write as always and keep up that rhyming scheme. <3
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Graduation does not equal no more creepy people. Creepy people are everywhere. Stupid people are everywhere. Backstabbers are everywhere. Immature people are everywhere. These types of situations never go away, no matter how old we are.
*ahem* Amazing poem, Corinne.
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This is amazing and it fits everything so well. YAY Rinny.
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