GET OUTA Poem by StacyPerry8-17-10
You treat me like s**t,
I take it with a smile I enjoy every hit, Inside of me is the burning of bile Your venom is sweet, I enjoy every bit So glad it's me you verbally beat, I live in denial Sick of it all, Intentional or not Can't take the fall, My heart sits there and will rot You have killed off my hope, You mangled my dreams You took my way to cope, You're the last one I should be with so it seems Then you apologize, A false tale I've heard before It's me who pays to buy, The lies as you spit them before I close the door. © 2010 StacyPerryFeatured Review
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8 Reviews Added on August 17, 2010 Last Updated on August 17, 2010 AuthorStacyPerryAshtabula, OHAboutI have another profile on here I can not get into, so I had to start a new one. Please read ALL of my Poetry and Writings on this page and my old site on here [in which I have a lot of work.....*a tea.. more..Writing
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