The girl I saw,
Looked too much the same
The baby I saw,
Was injured and lame
She speaks in tones,
She speaks with no sound
One day I'll, never be found
I bled that night, and every night then
Said three words, I hate her men
Feeling out of place,
Don't want to show my face
I know how it feels to bleed,
She just wants to be freed
I keep her in a cage,
She practiced her feelings on a stage
Her lies are yet everyday,
A lover wants me to fray
Why does she love my pain?
I feel as nothing more than a strain.
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My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems
PoetryJust some pathetic poems I've been writing for awhile.