Category : Poems

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One, two, three...
Off the door let's see.
Break and break;
there it goes, fucking deeq.

Why the fuck do this?
Next time I won't miss.
Sleeping like a rock;
this, I hate it like a hole in a sock.

You did this;
it wasn't me, twists.
That's how it goes;
Sledge hammer roads.

I hope I hear it next time;
You won't feel sublime.
You did yourself in;
Scapegoating me for your sin. 

I'm not the same;
I got sick of the rain.
My hands are held together, praying;
Fuck all that shit you been speaking. 

TheGhostlyPoet