Death Drops




You make me feel as if I were dead
No thoughts of me inside your head
I'm just a little game you play
Hey come here, no go away

I'm tired of this, when will it stop
Will you ever hear the penny drop?
Seems your heart has an on/off switch
And I am not your midnight bitch

Day by day you hand out pain
Another bitter candy cane
Slam me again without a care
The door is shut but I'm still there

Before I take another breath
Let me die my little death
So that to myself I can be true
And live with no more thoughts of you



Poetry by Purple Phoenix
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Written on 2009-09-27 at 07:39

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davon montgomery
THIS IS REAL GOOD
2009-12-10


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Well done. A very honest expression of your repression by someone taking advantage of your good self.

Love the title, metaphorically speaks volumes

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-09-27