The monster underneatheA Poem by A Drawer of Paper RosesI am not emo
Can you guess who I am?
"Yes, your Devy, my friend!" Your face is confused in frustration as I laugh at you some more. It's seem you've forgotten so easily why I left Can't you tell? I called you my friend, I let you in. You knew my barrier, all mighty and strong Unbreakable Unless its from within. And that's what did. I was another tool in your silly game. You could've cared less if I got murdered But you hid it so well with your lies. You were just after my secrets I should've known it all along. But you were my first friend The first one to try to know me The first one I let into my gates And after you got what you wanted You tore down my gates Burned them to the ground Laughing as the embers rose from them Dancing on the ashes of my protection. All this, just for a damn bet. All for that damn money And you left there, alone and shattered Just the sight of you makes my stomach twist So you come back to me, looking for comfort Because your lies were finally revealed. They real scum who your are. No ones wants to help you anymore No longer can you feed off others like the disgusting parasite you are. Here you are begging on your knees for mercy. You look so pitiful that any one would take you in. But I know the monster underneath those pleading eyes. And the door slams shut. © 2012 A Drawer of Paper RosesAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 15, 2012 Last Updated on January 15, 2012 AuthorA Drawer of Paper RosesAboutI have a secret drawer full of paper roses You might think they aren't as romantic as real ones But you're only judging the appearance What if he/she can't get you as rose? He's too poor to buy on.. more..Writing
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