If you thought you could have him
You were smoking crack
You can be the romantic one
But I’m the one who fucks his brains out
And gives him what he wants and needs
And the best part is…
You have no idea
Because I’m your “friend”
And you know what, cunt
I’m the same kind of friend you were to me
And that’s why I smile myself to sleep each night
A contest entry
- Graffiti Wall by Perennial Plague.
490 points, ended November 5, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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All day long! Each stanza produced an effect that gets a point directly understood. It like I see a girl speaking this. Woman, in only I were him,yo. Lol. Great write!
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wow!!! full of energy!! I really felt your emotion and stance on this subject!! keep up the great work. thanks. good luck.
peace and light,
Kendal
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This is a good entry. The poetic tone is present. Harsh and cutting enough for my wall. Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest XD
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Thanks. =)
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