Twisted IntentionalityA Poem by Lucinda BogartIrreverent bent of hostility Crept across the floor
Roaching around the floorboards
Weeviling into my ego
Biting the time it takes
To relent
To your twisted
Intentionality
Why
Tell me
Why
Can’t you
Just
Leave
Me
Be
You m**********r
Destructive taker
You leave the
Bodies
In your wake
And when you’re
Done
There’s nothing
Left
Nothing left
To undertake
Mean
Mean
You think it’s me
That put you
In your grave?
Laughs
Laughs
A million
Laughs
It was
You
Who drove the
Stake
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6 Reviews Added on April 26, 2008 Last Updated on April 26, 2008 AuthorLucinda BogartAboutOn a journey of self discovery...learning to see the best in others....striving to be the best I can be. more..Writing
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