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Empty Seat
By Liath
Empty Seat
What is with you
Do you try to make me feel like this?
It's like you haven't got a clue
This is as unpleasant as the Devil's briss
You're nothing to me
Nothing
Nothing to me
At all
All you are
In my mind
Is a son of a bitch
And an
Empty Seat
In my heart
Why do you think
That I'm a liar?
In your conscience, is there a chink?
Or maybe up your ass, a briar?
I don't want apologies
I don't want repentance
I just want acceptance
Yea, that's what I'm talking about
Because, we were meant to get along
But
The thing is...
All you are
In my mind
A terrible person
And an
Empty Seat
In my heart
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Copyright 2004 Liath
Published on Sunday, July 4, 2004.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Sunday, July 4, 2004, Emma Tenebrae
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wrote:
Very strong! Well said! I know that person from my own family - great write.
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