Monday, June 15, 2015

Poetry

You say that you don't care,
You claim to be heartless,
It's a trait we don't share,
My emotions aren't a mess

You say you don't care about death,
But has it ever hit close to home?
Tell me that as you beg for your last breath,
And as you allow your thoughts to roam

Darling, you're not a robot,
Stop acting the part,
Take what you get and work with what you've got

Don't leave me here bruised from your bitterness, please
Is this what you wanted, me begging on my knees?

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