I was always a worthless
Piece of junk to you
You could use me
Whenever you wanted
And that you did!
In ways that are
Not worth describing
And I let you do so
Because I was cursed
By your filthy little words
And your alluring smiles
But I’ve finally woken up now
From Things I’d like to call dreams!
I won’t let you damp
My consciousness again
You don’t deserve my tears
Instead, I’ll give you a taste
Of real anguish
With a gun I bought
Only yesterday!
nice poem! i luv it and i like the band bullet for my valentine! impressive work!
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I would like to translate this poem
Vow what a love........................you bought a new gunnnnnnnnnnnnnn..........wow............wow.........wow.........wow.................... hey don't use it for that gurl.........as u don't want to waste your tears than why waste a bullet.............Wow write...........