Why is it we let people
decide how we handle things.
The close not love isn't as close as I pictured
it. Tangles in this I must shut down my responses
to comfort your ego. I slip through my mouth
"Go back to sleep," as a term of endearment,
BUT in your heart it's poison on command
I don't speak to hear my words bounce off my teeth
to twirl around on my tongue
to hit the air where you hear death.
I correct myself and leave
and that's where this poem
came from.
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Author:
Lil Ole Jimmie (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 17th, 2017 17:28
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was created after a disagreement with my love.
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Comments2
Well written and expressed Great write
Sometimes it is better to hold your tongue, but it is tough to do so everytime. Great work!
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