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cucumbers
By GirlintheBox
Why don't you crawl into my head,
And stay there until the day I'm dead?
Why don't you pick into my brain,
And interpret what you see?
And while you're at it, manipulate.
Make me believe you're something great.
Make me believe I should be with you,
Then not want to be with me.
Just slap me there, right on my face,
Till the blood starts to flow, and it's all I can taste.
It's not any worse than what you've already done,
mistaking me for a fool.
So pack up your stuff, and get out of my mind.
You'll only stay there for a matter of time,
Till I find something else to live in that space,
Once again counted a fool.
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Copyright 2005 GirlintheBox
Published on Monday, March 28, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Tuesday, March 21, 2006, Moodswing
(63)
wrote:
ah yes...the fool...i have played that part well once...awesome write
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A former member wrote:
nice, and I agree, I think the title fits. People often think they can just step in and manipulate our thougts and lives....
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On Monday, March 28, 2005, The Crimson Queen
(917) wrote:
I agree..and can definately relate..great piece
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On Monday, March 28, 2005, Gideon Lost
(137) wrote:
Great title! I like the write too. What a bitch it is to have someone stuck in your head.
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