Beg

Beg

A Poem by earthtohannah

'Please. Just let me explain'

You kneel on the floor,

Begging for my love.

Well I'm sorry if this hurts,

But I'm not falling for it again.

 

'It wasn't my fault'

Make your excuses,

And say what you want.

You know I don't believe you,

I've already lived with your lies.

 

'Why won't you listen?'

Don't turn this back on me.

I know the truth this time,

Do you really think I'll listen,

And make it all my fault?

 

'I don't want to see you again'

I hope you see the irony,

In blocking me from your life.

You've done my job for me,

Made the goodbye so much easier.

 

'Goodbye you little b***h'

Your words can't hurt me now,

I'll just laugh in your face.

I can turn my back on you now,

And walk away happy.

© 2012 earthtohannah


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More like the lyrics:
'Don't tell me you're sorry cause you're not
But it over now
Come on and take a bow...'
Beautiful piece.Keep it on!

Posted 12 Years Ago


WOW! Very well written! The emotion is pouring out in this, raw and broken, yet whole and alive. It's a very interesting poem that my friend and I can connect with very well because we went through a similar experience last year.

Posted 12 Years Ago


'Goodbye you little b***h'
Your words can't hurt me now,
I'll just laugh in your face.
I can turn my back on you now,
And walk away happy.

He was the 'little b***h' for hurting you and then begging for forgiveness. Next time he shouldn't hurt you and wont have to beg for forgiveness like a dog.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is great!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 12, 2012
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earthtohannah
earthtohannah

United Kingdom



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My name is Hannah, and I'm 16 years old. I live with music all the time, I literally would not survive without music I tend to write whatever comes into my head at the time, whether it's based o.. more..

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