Dead Last

Someone tries to steal what/who is rightfully yours and you get very angry.

You look so cold

(andrightnowyou'rewishinghewouldwarmyouup)

And so alone

(ibetyouwanthimtobewithyou)

I'm sorry, dear.

Maybe if you weren't such a 

B***h

You wouldn't be.

Here's what you need to do:

Step away from him

And back.the.f**k.off.

Because I'm in first place

And you are

        Dead last.

 

Author's Note

This is a rewrite of a poem I wrote in summer 2008. Tell me what you think?

Reviews

[caliban]

good stuff.

[Skelasoldier]

Its good, i like the what way the echoes were set up, overall not bad at all