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I Can't ____ You
by Trisha De GraciaSorrow.sweetheart.sickfuck.wretched.slutface...
words I never hear
with ears to bear me witness.
Witless, this is sickness
love and hit/hit/miss pretentious
lust, licentious crimes within the minds
and hearts of time
less lovers
killjoy suff'rers
waiting everfated for that jaded day
'tomorrows' that we'll never say
exist inside the space we fill our time with
I'm with
you
and you're in silence.
watch
the deadly fate of our lovehate alliance. 10/29/2006 Posted on 10/30/2006
Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/31/06 at 12:41 AM Slam piece? This could easily be a slam piece. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/31/06 at 12:43 AM Definitely a slam piece. Read it outloud, everybody. Put that sneer, that... cutslice tone, that can quicksilver apathy. |
| Posted by Rachelle Howe on 10/31/06 at 12:46 AM And I guess I'm a cancan girl. Jesus. Take that part out.
Okay, obviously since I'm commenting a third time, that also means I'm reading it over and over. I just read it to Rita, and am about to read it to my Stepmom. SLAMPIECE. |
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