Just a Blonde Piece of S**tA Poem by LivingDeath
I`m just a blonde piece of s**t eh?
Just a regret waiting to happen. What the f**k is wrong with me? I don`t know, why don`t you answer that question. If you know me so well why don`t you. You can`t. You don`t know me. All I am to you is a blonde piece of s**t. A regret waiting to happen. So why don`t I do a nice thing for you. Just to show I care. I`ll make sure you don`t regret me. I`ll just make it so there`s no more me to regret. I`m standing on the edge of a really tall building right now. Dare me to jump? Come on. Dare me! The whiskey is telling me to jump but I want to hear you say it. The angel from my nightmare. I`d say I`m sorry for what I`m about to do, but I don`t feel a thing right now. I`m just a blonde piece of s**t. So why don`t I say goodbye, as I kick my shoe off the ledge. Watching it fall, I look below F**k the rest of this poem.
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Added on June 22, 2011Last Updated on June 22, 2011 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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