Time and time again, cannot catch my breath,
Time and time again, you refuse to acknowledge, give me a break!
Time and time again, you wound me, push me to pain,
Time and time again, your bullshit is driving me insane!
Listen!, for I will not say it again!
Listen closely as the chemicals rush to my brain!
What's the point in being on top, when you're still away from it all,
Why can you leave me to my own devices, and watch me fall.
You undermine me, you don't understand, you waive it off, a woman's right to rant.
So listen! before its too late,
Listen to me, or it won't end well.
Let me do what I know best,
Let no one else sway your mind from my own caress,
For I cannot stand it, when it doesn't go my way.
Listen, before it drowns, Listen before it breaks,
Listen to what I say, or I will walk away.
Very nice poem. It's very "aggressive" like.
Was this wrote out of anger? Or did you feel like changing the theme up this time?
You just restarted my interest in poetry, I am going to read more.
I've felt the same many times. Nice poem, Liz
Why you be thinking about me? . Nice poem.
beutiful ..
i have a sudden thrill to want to read poetry
Originally Posted by Liz
Time and time again, cannot catch my breath,
Time and time again, you refuse to acknowledge, give me a break!
Time and time again, you wound me, push me to pain,
Time and time again, your bullshit is driving me insane!
Listen!, for I will not say it again!
Listen closely as the chemicals rush to my brain!
What's the point in being on top, when you're still away from it all,
Why can you leave me to my own devices, and watch me fall.
You undermine me, you don't understand, you waive it off, a woman's right to rant.
So listen! before its too late,
Listen to me, or it won't end well.
Let me do what I know best,
Let no one else sway your mind from my own caress,
For I cannot stand it, when it doesn't go my way.
Listen, before it drowns, Listen before it breaks,
Listen to what I say, or I will walk away.
this person better listen, give some thought, or get stabbed in the leg by liz with a fork