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My Bruised Lips
By frileyma
What pretty girls
What pretty mouths
Come stand by me so
All the unpretty people
Can see how very pretty
You are
I talk so much
My lips are bruised
I talk to your empty head
Christ, what I could do
With a hammer
I lower my eyes
I laugh
You are all so damn pretty
When you're not listening.
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© 2005 frileyma
Published on Saturday, November 5, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "My Bruised Lips"
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A former member wrote:
Yeah, this is why I keep quiet. It's useless if no one cares enough to listen to yuor empty words.
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On Saturday, September 27, 2008, Jonas
(715)
wrote:
i drew subtleties describing the loneliness of separation from between the lines of vitriol... blame?... an excellent work that can read from a couple different contextual points of view.
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A former member wrote:
0_0 wow..this was quite mocking..and the repeting of "pretty" really worked with the flow. nice job. "Christ, what I could do with a hammer"- that line made me giggle.
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