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crush kill demure

survive? thought id be crushed for sure

lifelong vacation, i'm too sensitive and demure

naive, believed girl would come down

she could save me, instead i'm her fucking clown

now i'm shopping for a brassier

dark bitch crushed me till im queer

tempest queen moods dingle dangle

wrapped around each other tangled

twistin both ways, as does my ass does

swingin it these days

society, so incompetent

fucked up human nature, caught up in hellbent

fuck em crazy bastards, bow down to my vent

idiots work together, win stead wasted spent

too many dreams of happy, plug my projections full

best to dump them in the now, point my focus unload

rip my feet out of their control, die in flood under overflow

hey that thinking strikes me as bad, doesnt seem right, not the best thought ive ever had

survival and assholes, purchase for power drag

pathetic dirt living

take the rich to madagascar, catch em in a bag

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Comment by Melanie Hebert on March 13, 2010 at 5:05am: I like how you just say it how it is, no bullshit....I wrote this poem literally hours before a breakup sent it to my man and before he could read it we had broken up, its ironic the tone of the poem considering our outcome but I never got around to titling it I was too overcome with breakup so pls read it and give me your suggestion for a title:
"Untitled"

Give me a blank canvas I'll paint it black and white
I yearn for a little serenity and peace in this night
Palete of colors lay before me like words that are misconstrued
I can be jack of many trades especially making you amused
I can walk a straight path blind folded
I can adapt quickly like clay that has been molded
I will be a open book or show a true poker face
I can occupy your every thought or disppear without a trace
I am not a complicated man although opinions seem to differ
I thought I was unbreakable until my eyes meet her
A young woman who can not be defined with simple word
Has taken advantage of my vulernability yet her intentions are blurred
I want to paint her a picture but my colors have all dried
We've tested the waters, display our history tears have been cried
Our love is not a complicated love although opinions seem to differ
Depression use to be my main mistress but now I can turn to her

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