The W***e Whom I AdoreA Poem by JupiterI didn't ask for a Prince Charming
And no I can't find the time to abide you
nor find the means to abhor you instead I sit here wishing I had the space in me to adore you I find the time to make stupid rhymes about how I cannot feel you when I could be making use of my time in looking for ways to love you (you always said I was lazy) once upon a time I dreamed a dream that was mine you came along, so strong holding your horse by the reins the knight who rescued me from the flames except that I was perfectly content sitting in my castle wistfully sighing about how my prince would never come you rode in on your flashy ride and offered a smile that would make angels cry then off you tried to run with my heart gracefully trying to tear it apart I just rolled my eyes at your display your dimpled cheeks and grains of wheat hair had no measurement of how much you'd really care and I knew you wouldn't (you always said my assumptions killed) I disregarded your sorry lines your stupid misguided directions and your polite declines to leave me alone and go back home back to where you came from that great big plastic castle where barbie was your first w***e and she will be your last (you could never fit a heart inside of her 20 inch chest and that 15 inch waist) she's perfect for you just your type (you always said I was beautiful) Looking back up at the sky with my cigarette in one hand wiping the tears from my eyes as much as I wanted you to leave I couldn't imagine you gone isn't that how you programmed me? isn't this what you wanted all along? Mr. Womanizing A*****e, Liar, Cheat, W***e
(you always said it was you whom I adored) © 2013 JupiterAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 2, 2013 Last Updated on May 2, 2013 Tags: prince charming, barbie, whore, abhor AuthorJupiterOcala, FLAboutMy name is Jupiter. I have been writing since I was 12 when I penned my first short story. It wasn't until I was 14 that this poem struck me so deeply that I knew poetry was where my heart belonge.. more..Writing
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