The house.

The house.

A Poem by Nicole Leigh

Don't let me near her anymore.
Liar liar filthy w***e.
Useless lazy hate her guts.
Lost and stupid in her rut.

Round and round the bliss will go.
Will it stay or will it blow.
Portions were too big last year.
Its time to get the far from near.

Goodbye pain.
Goodbye all.
The fear is gone.
We fall, we fall.

© 2008 Nicole Leigh


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A Poem by Nicole Leigh