Wednesday, January 25, 2012

your idea of love

is the vanity of your imperiousness

so what if you're still at heart and soul

the little girl craving love and affection?

you've become the Queen

you attempt to dominate and control all who try

to love you

how sad and common after all

to be all you denied you were

as if you could pull the wool

over eyes that were not looking for you

ears that had no comprehension of your pathetic cries

oh sister of all last desperate choices

what the hell did you think would happen

while you excluded all that could save you?

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