ContortionA Poem by PlacentaHere I stand,
Bare, ........Believing, There you are, always decieving. I wait for you without complaint, While you twist and torture, Oh, convincing saint! I throw myself onto the ground, Careful not to make a sound, While you beat me brutally, Why can't you simply love me? © 2010 Placenta |
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Added on May 9, 2010 Last Updated on May 9, 2010 AuthorPlacentaParadise Valley, AZAbout18 years old, faithless, fearless, and fortunate. Currently in Arizona, where the sun shines bright and hot. Poetry, along with art, is my life. Currently in a relationship with the simple most amazin.. more..Writing
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