we can't do this

we can't do this

A Poem by V M Smith

we’re sick, sick, sick
there's no reason for this
we can't be friends
because one flick of the wrist
and you've got my keys
and i start to chase
you plan it all along
you think it all through
and i'm not sure i hate it
so i follow suit
i grab your wrists
push you back against the car
hands up, i've caught you
your lips meet my neck
you drop my keys on the roof
and i let go of you real quick

© 2013 V M Smith


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V M Smith
I fully appreciate reviews, especially when they tear apart my work in an attempt to make it better. Rip, tea, break it down. Tell me how you do not like it, how to make it better. I want your opinion. Truly.

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"we're sick, sick, sick "

Catchy Line :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Added on August 30, 2008
Last Updated on August 9, 2013
Tags: want, need, poem, love, relationship, hurt, unstable

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i'm not a writer; i am a liar. i sometimes write far too specifically; i sometimes write so vague even i lose track of what it is i'm on about. i tend to write when i can't think. this seems to be.. more..

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