The White Rabbit
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The White Rabbit Poems
Like You Give
It’s stupid I tell you Get away from me Does it look like I love you? You make my teeth clench
Sweet baby Let me sing you a song It goes a little like this
Oh Sister of Mine
I hate you right know I can feel it too, You think that I can hold up More than I can chew
Lips glazed Heart a beat Feet weak
Kill Me She Says
Kill me she says Your little porcelain doll All in pretty lace And red lips
How I Became Me
I’m part of his flesh you know it’s hard to admit, I know They say that it started with a man’s ribcage just went and plucked it And sometimes I like to wonder if maybe it was I who plundered the recesses of his body And my poor mother too, from her he did bear the fruit and in my unknowing injustice I was the one to consume it
Dread seeped into your bones The day you came to face That your little baby Had passed away
Alone at Night
There was something painfully familiar about the situation (There’s some great awakening waiting just up ahead) There’s a semi thought emotion holding you there
Adam and Eve
All your old hope All your old gold Have nothing to do With saving you this Eve
hurting maybe falling this lifes dead the sound of sirens calls
i've found the pain i've been looking for its been here all along this fresh wound so tender
theres a click of a gun its pointed at you hold your breathe wish it wasn't you
a lasting touch of remorse has me coming back for more
Comments about The White Rabbit
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Like You Give
It’s stupid I tell you
Get away from me
Does it look like I love you?
You make my teeth clench
And my fists bleed
What can you offer me?
That has not been offered before?
A sweet caress
Or a longing kiss
But I have had these
What can you bring me?
And I’m beginning to grow awful bored
Can you stop talking know?
I stopped listening after you said something
And why are you crying?
Are you not the man?
So what if I don’t say I love you too?
You are a show I have seen before
You are just a rerun
It was better ...