HeroinA Poem by Samantha M. TusspotYou're my Kurt and I'm your Courtney. . .
You're my Kurt and I'm your C O U R T N E Y
It's been 3 days since our last trip God the ride was so good, I Stare at you With cancer eyes & say, "Let's have another go." The ride was s****y, your stomach hurts You feel like puking and I want sex Your hair is flaxen, I kiss the crown And say, "We'll live through this somehow." The trip was good, you're smiling God you're so beautiful, a Saintlike smile With Devil's eyes. You Stare at me & say, "Some people aren't lucky like us." The ride was s****y again. I'm tired, the baby won't stop c r y i n g You Stare at me with sunken eyes & say, "Your box is suffocating me." It's been one month since our last trip I've got your gun in my hands. I've wept till my stomach is (burning) I Stare at you with tear filled eyes & say, "I'm sorry. I was the lucky one." You're my K U R T and I'm your Courtney It's been twelve years since my last trip The baby's grown & so am I I Stare at her with dumbstruck eyes & cannot say a word She looks just like you, without the gun. © 2010 Samantha M. Tusspot |
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Added on September 6, 2010 Last Updated on September 6, 2010 AuthorSamantha M. TusspotThe Seventh Layer of Hell, MEAboutI'm probably the strangest, most uninteresting person you'll ever meet. But I want to save your life. more..Writing
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