Venting...kind of
By Till Madness Comes I Preach
That gleam in your eye says more than you would ever speak aloud.
Damn
it girl I knew it was true and yet I had to hope...
How long have
you been wandering?
How many others have touched what is mine?
'Is there anything wrong love?'
'No lass all is fine...'
You
think me ignorant I know you do.
Even with all you know of me
With
twisted honor and my jaded veiw
You still lie to me without a thought
that I may know all that you do.
'I love you Aaron...'
Lies
girl I know you don't
'Aye? I love you too'
Your arrogant smile,
lord knows it gets me everytime
I return that smile knowing that
soon I will walk away
and in the end it will not be me alone.
I know things of your lover love.
Things you could never guess.
I know his past and his rage
and how he plays and plays.
And
in the end when the game is done
you will have lost me and he will
have grown bored of you.
And when you turn to look for me
You
will be all alone
(yea I know this one is crap not poetry not
really anything just venting)
Comments on "Venting...kind of"
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A former member wrote:
advice: confront her if you must
opinion: an amazing poem i love it.