Drag me by my arm,
insult me to my face,
I wish I could say the same
you can try your own taste.
Its bitter when you cry,
Mine tastes sweet,
I'm sure you like mine more
since I'm buried in defeat.
Do you like to see me suffer?
Do you like to see me cry?
I wont give you the choice.
I wont even say goodbye.
Reach out for my arm,
try and drag me back again,
you can savour my tears
but I wont turn back
like I should've then.
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Author:
Vio (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A poem of learning from experience and carrying on. Nicely done
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