RageA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittStraight from the lip your words my ears I couldn't hate you more if I tried
You used me washed me down no reluctance you're selfish without bounds.
Now I am stuck broke down worn out hell bent on hating you.
I blame your mama soft hands no rules You learned nothing from youth
That has become my problem. © 2010 Sarah McKeever Hitt |
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Added on June 15, 2010 Last Updated on June 15, 2010 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutAll bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. -Oscar Wilde A great deal of the work on this site is republished from my defunct site. I hope you enjoy reading my work, I really enjoy writing .. more..Writing
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